They're sprinkling down from the sky
to turn me in to something else
to make you different than you were
and brighten up our eyes with light.
They're pulling us from underground
our dead hands writhing for a touch
our dried tongues aching for a taste
to bring us back to lives we loved.
We're so excited, so relieved
to find the things we "really need"
but radiation makes you bleed
and sundrops hiss wherever they please.
We zombies scatter all around
and lurching through the streets of green
we question what we thought we knew;
now we know what life can do.
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