Zombie

From the grave
the light looks
so beautiful, rays
peering through
clods of loosening
dirt you paw
through, back
to sun and life
once more, but
what life? Pain
and hunger, purest
of raw instinct
 — nothing easy,
but isn’t it simpler
now to only love
one thing? To feel
this lusty drive
burning you up,
the harshly lit
and barely spoken
wanting?