Heavy shoes clumping in gravel
Large belly sways. Vacant eyes
Look not within or without, but
View stories from timeless theater
Inside.
Violence. Sensational lust and greed.
Countenance fallen to numb.
Shame grips tightly. Pity,
Like geese honking above,
Fled for safety and restful place.
Wandering soul, to and fro,
Conquered, kept, unaware.
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There is a man in my town - several of them, probably - who wander about with vacant expressions. I've seen him as far away as Mount Holly - about a ten mile walk from Browns Mills. He shuffles without purpose. If there is any merit in the new fad of zombies, it is because of people like these. They seem as if their souls have left them. They seem like their minds are clouded beyond what others can comprehend. When I saw him in my parking lot, late in the evening when it was dark, I was gripped by both fear and compassion. I slipped inside and locked my door. I didn't know what else to do but pray for mercy on this one.
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