if a visceral moment describes
the feeling you get when exposed
to a secondary experience of the raw
essence of what it is to be alive, either
through the medium of art or drama
(that feeling you have really lived
through something on a gut level)
then much of our actual lives sadly
can be said to lack that very quality
as we numbly stumble along on our way
to the grave in the style of a zombie ballet.
While not directly influenced by fellow blogger bluesage63 (MUSINGS FROM A MUSICAL MIND) in the writing of this poem, I have always liked the similarly-titled poem of hers called The Zombie Dancers that she wrote a whiles back. Please check it out by following the link here.