Boy Scouts vs. Zombies
In my elementary school
gymnasium, Scout Master tells us
to do our civic duty
with sticks we sharpened
and pockets knives we aren’t supposed
to know how to use yet.
There are no merit badges for this.
We are never prepared
for parents and teachers possessed
with the undead gait
that rips through school to eat children
and anyone in between.
If I survive, I will join
the future leaders of a hellish country,
rebuilt by the orphans who sob
for forgiveness to their hungry-for-flesh
families we execute
against our will.
I don’t want to wear
this uniform anymore. I don’t want
to think about being
loyal to my den or being
a good citizen by putting down
our bit up Scout Master.
I will not think about my absent mother
or my reanimated father
attacking towards me. I will
pretend I get a pin or patch for this. I will
act like it’s not him anymore
and other lies to keep myself alive.
About the Poet:
Juan J. Morales’ collection of poems, Friday and the Year That Followed, won the 2005 Rhea and Seymour Gorsline Poetry Competition and was published in 2006 by Bedbug Press. His poetry has also appeared in Acentos Review, Many Mountains Moving, PALABRA, Poet Lore, Washington Square, Zone 3, and other journals.
About the Sound of Sugar:
We’ve loved reading the work that we’ve published (clearly), so now we want an opportunity to better hear our contributors. We will feature an audio recording of a poem from one of our seven issues, read by the poet and updated every couple of weeks. This an open invitation to all contributors from any of our issues, we were delighted to print your work, now we’re eager to hear it.