Deserted City Poem by Agbor Enya

They died but refused to stay dead
Not for long, like something chased them back
from the other world back to the world of living beings
They crawl out and walked in slowly
Like they are  afraid to step on the ground
Or insensitive to things around
They crave flesh in ecstasy
Where do we go from here so they won't get us  eventually
Some of us become like them accidentally
When a bite is inflicted on us casually
To our heels in full speed, till our city is completed deserted
Our once beautiful city
Now in the cruel hands of the walking deads.