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.
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