Zombies

I have known happiness
In things otherwise valueless.
And while I worshipped intelligence
Like a zombie from a B-film
Which seeks to devour minds,
Summer days became summer nights,
With the breeze cool and comforting,
Like kindness of passing strangers.

And as I rejected the cerebral
For the human heart, when pressed to choice
In some terrible lovesong,
I have seen people and things become
And unbecome
Important.

Zombies are also a celebration
Of life, of moderation gone wrong.
A crude imitation of warmth,
In dying embers.
In living embers.