Zombie Revolution


Zombies are giving me food for thought.
They seem to be rather prevalent (although not being a great consumer of modern entertainments this seeming could be misconstrued.) Regardless of statistics, I observe a moment of soulless chomping and wonder what the creature gains from its diet?
A vampire thrives on blood, a werewolf gets to be part of crazy nature, a ghost has the mixed gift of haunting.
Zombies are naught but insatiable consumers.
They are dispossessed of everything but that hideous, pointless appetite.
I think now not of Halloween, as you might suspect, but all the commercial machinations of festival and life that do nothing to promote the real engagements, the real privileges of living.
I think of being part of a different sort of devouring mass, shuffling over superficial traces, treading down careless infrastructures, recycling the senseless, putting the sharp of my tooth against flabby moral authority.
If zombies were like that, they would serve a function much as maggots do, munching out the bad meat and leaving the healthful to throw a party.


Comments

Geo. said…
I had not yet made the zombie -connection, but as I think back over the rise of conspicuous clothing labels, logic-defying gas-guzzling cars, religious and military indoctrination --the spreading conformity of paranoia and xenophobia-- I must admit you make a palpable point!
25 October 2013 at 00:23
Suze said…
Magnificent.
25 October 2013 at 01:21
Lisa Southard said…
The ever widening rich-poor divide is part of it too- but the most ridiculous thing is that rich or poor, happiness remains elusive. Only the people that understand the value of stuff vs the value of meaningful experience get to find it. Nothing else compares! Preaching to the converts here of course: thank you for your comments and thank you for being on this earth- you are appreciated! :-)
25 October 2013 at 09:22
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