Zombie Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

See the ghosts traverse the mall
At a window occasionally stall
So bored got nothing else to do
Must satiate desire ego

Up and down the aisle all day
Lost souls wasting their lives away
Size too big maybe too tight
Distracted by music coloured light

Like the old church's mosaic tile
The congregation into salvation file
Corporate logo replaces the cross
Buying trinkets quells guilt and loss

Blind to the past future can't see
All that matters is the shopping spree
Already dead but they don't know
Unaware of time and it's constant flow