Undead Porn
What’s sex to the undead?
A flicker, a memory vague
An undefined ravaging hunger that calls for a feed.
Meaty encounters at the local pub.
What’s fulfillment to the mutilated?
A hope, a dream of green prairies in the desert
A tear in a ravaged oasis, a reach for mercy.
The promise of an unlooted land.
What’s orgasm to the abused?
A task, a job to perform
An instruction manual turned into a habit.
A mechanism prone to porn.
The undead can’t dance.