the days are long and short

So… Zombies.

There is a thundering above you the night the lumbering dead cut open their bones and slide electrical wires in the slits. On the roof of the Safeway, six blocks and 125 days from blocks from the apartment where, our elbows and bellies buried in carpet, you told me you loved me and we would always be with me, you clap with glee and strech your neck over the roofs edge to see as I turned on the emergency generators and the remnants of all of all mankind began to dance in the parking lot below.