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This is a poem about the imminent zombie apocalypse. Pending that, it looks like the Open Mic will be at the Punchi Theatre (up upstairs, udah rehearsal room) next Thursday. It’s booked but I’ll check on sound and stuff today. This is not an announcement. I was apologizing to someone about stairs and the parking and drinking out of buckets and stuff but he was like, ‘I’m OK with the side of the road’. Which makes sense to me. Anyways, I wrote a bunch of random stuff over the weekend. I guess I’ll release it periodically between now and then.

Zombie Apocalypse

For the first week of apocalypse,
No one noticed anything wrong
They thought it was just the traffic
That caused the growing throng

The Ministers thought trade unions,
Were massing outside their gates
They deployed the water cannons
Went back to their Russian dates

Karuna thought it was LTTE
Eating peoples brains
The LTTE was in London
Making paper planes

The media blamed the government
The government blamed things unseen
The Dean saw the usual mayhem
And closed the university

The students were all zombies now
They lumbered in the streets
Someone hit them on the road
They pulled him out his seat

Normal people gathered in
They tore him limb from limb
They only began to wonder
When they started eating him

But human doesn’t taste that bad,
And God knows he had it coming
It wasn’t for nothing, after all
They put new colored lights in

Posted on Thursday, February 26th, 2009 in Poetry, Sri Lanka.