Zombied out on fear
my friends gave me a medal for digging 
a hole with my bare hands and walking
on water like the messiah when she was lonely
and thirsty for politicians, generals and reporters

locking and loading the sign of the cross gave 
me goosebumps and butterflies like before a big 
football game, the world knew i was sick, served 
me up anyway like a rusty can of c-rations

my friends, adrenaline junkies, zombied out on fear,
shuffled about their business making life out of
anxiety and death, a pursuit they felt better than sex
until beetles ate their flesh and they drowned

cl lowe