You, Me, all of Us

What we talk about

when we talk about

The Walking Dead.

Are we talking about

life without coffee?

Tea-colored skies, choked

with smoke and ash and residue.

Or are we talking about sleepless nights,

sleepless days, hell

no sleep at all?

Because there are no

days, only nights,

and we’re tired to death.

Tired of government

big, small, not at all.

Tired of media, talk radio,

Obamacare, who cares?

What we talk about

When we talk about

zombies, or the “other,”

the enemy, the devil,

the felon, the ex-con,

homeless, tramp, hobo,

homo, Roma, trans,

the teacher, the cop, the

man at the top, 

the Mexican, migrant

immigrant, ignorant, illegal,

alien, Martian, cosmonaut.

When we talk about

The Walking Dead

we’re usually talking about

Them.

You.

Me.

Us.