Ekphrastic 3/The Walking Dead

Ekphrasis is art in reaction to art. Basically. And I don’t think about the art I consume enough. And I haven’t been writing poetry as much as I should. So every Friday, I’ll post an ekphrastic poem about whatever art I’ve been eating lately (books, poetry, anime, paintings, films, so on).
Ekphrastic 3/The Walking Dead

My seed is green and hungry, it fights like me
but without a gun in its hand, well
of course it doesn’t it has no hands
and never will
not if you swallow those

But she has death in her belly
the child doesn’t belong
to her or him or him.

First thing you should do when it’s born is
take out its lungs, its tongue so
it doesn’t call those things that will be
its siblings if it does cry
those eaters that stalk stumble

Ekphrastic Poetry Archive:

Ekphrastic 1/RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne

Ekphrastic 2/Blood Meridian


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