Today's poem is by Mary Jo Firth Gillett
Zombie Preparedness Plan
My daughter has discussed at length
the safest place to hole up
in the event of an attack.
She takes her living dead seriously,
seriously considering the necessary
accoutrement for survival:
the basement room where we could hold out
the longest, the handy placement
of the baseball bathow you can
protect yourself yet still maintain distance.
She stresses the availability
of food and water
in case of a long siege.I used to plan how we'd survive
a tornado. I used to check out
the closest exit in case of fire.
I practiced defensive driving.
And when I taught poetry in schools near
crack houses, I carried pepper spray
because sometimes there are no words.
Because like my daughter I believed
I could be prepared. But what she's saying is
it comes for you from unseen corners
arms reaching, eyes red, vacant. Every day
drops of dew shimmer on the spider's web,
every day a scarab or a monarch
who didn't see it coming struggles.And if Frost's wry "Provide, provide!"
was clear-eyed, how can I say to her sweet face,
let me tell it to you straightprepare but it will
not be what you think. There will be no rabid dog,
no alien vessel, no pandemic. There will be
garbled sounds and then the slack mouth.
I stroke her soft cheek and, against all reason, say
we need floodlights and a backup generator.
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Copyright © 2012 Mary Jo Firth Gillett All rights reserved
from the Southern Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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