Nick Todd
Heads down, phones out
How many of them are there?
It seems a rare thing
To see an unbent neck
Zombies have
No borders
Only poison
Everywhere I look
Slumped shoulders
Weighed down by infinity
Swallowed
Curled into their terminal
Their bodies are left behind
Beside their luggage
Waiting to be told to fly
What does it take
To look up
And awaken?
Airport Zombies
