The Grey Man

The grey man
Looked like soot
Looked like ash
From far away

‘Oh you puff of smoke
Where have
you blown in from?’
said the old man who saw him

The old man couldn’t tell
What he was seeing
But he knew right away
It was all true what they were saying

The old man felt like his heart
Had been turned to paper
And set on fire
His blood looked like ash

And he laid a sheet
Over his wife
And the sheet
Had been turned to paper

The rising smoke
Looked like
The grey man
The ash looked like blood

‘Oh you puff of smoke
where are
you blowing to?’
said the old man to his wife

And when he saw
The grey man again
He knew right away
It was all true what they were saying

Part of the “Orphan Ascends In Green” series, a collection of poems about three travelers on an island overrun by zombies.

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