Zombie Vision
 
A tv is simply, for those who doubt
paralysis in a little black box
a magic frame that teases and unlocks
the world in all its sonambulant charms
electronic pulse that baits and cajoles
and holds you fast in malevolent arms.

Insistant pull of of those ebony holes
unaware of sinister gravity
eyes filled up with sin and depravity
sucking the mind through the tip of a straw
filling the brain up with static and snow
with no escape from the grip of its draw.

Our saviors to battle, sinners who know
depths of addiction, the fight to get clean
from rot and the pablum that fills the screen.
Big Brother watches, marks checks on a page,
the counting of souls for final descent,
the vanquished are lost in the disengage.

And those who are fooled know not what is meant
by the hand that reaches and cries its shame
imprisoned inside this infernal flame
that inhibits all sense of the world outside
and punishes those who would dare break out;
a zombie was born, once the body died.


* Rose Morales is a poet and writer from Miami, Florida. You can see more of her work at www.Myspace.com/kinderkitty