• meganzhong 10w

    Living dead, how unabashèd thou art!
    Thy confessions and lost childhood are

    Generously lain in front of my eyes
    To admire before I, myself, must die

    Were I not born in this dreadful century
    But in thine, I truly would have loved thee

    Had I known thy stories that I now know
    Or if I had been beside thee to grow

    And to maintain thy dainty willow tree
    Had I known of your painful history

    I would have engaged in thy revolution
    With Old Bloomsbury in order to stun

    Feeble minds of thy days who seem afraid
    To go wand’ring outside of old time’s shade

    How I would have loved them all: the living dead
    Whose intellects their worlds took for granted

    And now I wonder how many of my
    People’s stories go unloved this century

    ©meganzhong

    To the past, present, and future writers and storytellers whose works will never be appreciated by the public until after death.

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    Loving the Living Dead

    ©meganzhong