Forsaken and Forgot

[Revolte]

Chunks of flesh fell as he rose to his feet
out of his bed he dug dirty and deep,
moaned to the sky in a yawn like a fire
roaring and washing the funeral pyre
that built by his lover forever engraved
“Be damned ye old grog!” in spite of his pain,
then finally he scouts to see no one around
and lonely and jaded returns to the ground.

[Hawkman]

There's always room on the forum for one more zombie poem :D Good rhythm in this one too.

Live and be well - H

[blank|verse]

Yeah, nice effort, Revolte.

The loose, four-stress lines work well in maintaining a form but not being too strict, and the rhymes don't feel forced, so the poem reads well as a result - even if I'm not entirely sure what's going on! Sounds pretty gruesome whatever's happening. The only thing I was slightly disappointed with was the ending where the creature (?) 'returns to the ground' and doesn't go round killing people or something! Maybe that's just me...

[PrinceMyshkin]

Though I chafe whenever I don't fully or even partially understand a poem, as here, I do in this case welcome the mystery. And how seemingly artless this is!