Zed: A Poem

My poem is a sestina. In class, I was told to copycat another poem, so I chose “ Altaforte” by Ezra Pound. Other than matching its structure, I opted to go for iambic pentameter as well. 

Source: KnowHr

Zed

I. 

I lurch awake and hear the frightful moan

These mindless husks seek only to eat brains

There's no recourse left me but to run

I duck and dodge but get cut off by fire

They close in, I grab for any weapon

I bring the baseball bat to stop their bite

II. 

Their jaws are strong, a chunk of wood they bite

A cry calls out, disdain shown in a moan

A shame, in games the bat is prime weapon

I toss the bat and flee to keep my brains

The mass of them has squelched the roaring fire

Push through the crowd and set out on a run

III. 

I thought that I'd be able to go run

But then they bear down on a girl to bite

I throw one by the shoulders into fire

It somehow does not silence its sick moan

The girl is easy target, just for brains

I'm scared but then she hands me a weapon

IV. 

Blast the flamer; shotgun – better weapon

The girl agrees it's time for us to run

Will his cohorts go for rotten brains?

Maybe they will stop here for a bite

My gut wrenches when I hear them all moan

The city must be cleanséd with the fire

V. 

A car explodes, stops us with its fire

Another one is dead; empty weapon

The girl does not have any shells; I moan

I know we cannot keep them on the run

Glancing down at her hand I see a bite

I realize I have not used my brains

VI. 

The girl tries to help herself to my brains

Her teeth rip flesh, arm feels like it's on fire

I scream, terror at what it means, her bite

Her face shocked, as if hit by a weapon

I lay there as she gets up to go run

It's not long till I join those who just moan

VII. 

No brawn will do, brains are your best weapon 

Stay far away, fire others and run

Or you will soon be one to bite and moan