Composer: Ed Hooke Date of Composition: December 2016 to February 2017 Date of
Recording/Copyright: March 2017
Commentary We age. We fade. We wither. Inevitably we shall die.
It occurred to
me that the horror-fantasy of zombies might be based on our fear of getting old,
of ageing and of the elderly, representations of our future selves.
Getting older is going to happen. For some of us it’s happening already. We might
as well make the best of it. This is what I’m trying to convince myself, at least.
So I’ve taken up running. Come on! Run, Zombies!
* ‘Swun’ is of course the past
tense form of ‘swan’.
We are the living dead. We have lived. We have died - perhaps many times. Here still
We are the living dead. We have hoped. We have worked. We have waited. We have loved
and we have lost and we have wept and still here we are.
We are the living dead. We are your secret dread. One day you will be too just as we
We are the living dead. Faces grey, green & red. Shall our remains eat your brains
scraping out what’s left inside your head? No wonder you scream “Run! Run! Zombies!
We are the living dead. Fester, flake, fungal spread. Mope and moan. Gripe and groan. Such
We are the living dead. Our bodies fray, give way.
Frail, we ail. Systems fail. Parts of us fall off to our dismay. One less limb - hurray!
Foul odours - our domains. Suspicious spots & stains. Aches & pains. Crunch & crumble. Mustn’t
grumble. Grumble anyway and we hear you say “Run! Run! Zombies! Run!”
Did I forget or did I just get distracted? Whatever became of what we used to be? What
are these husks? - wretched residues that we’ve now become
- worn out bit parts in someone else’s tragedy.
And gradually you cease to be you and gradually I cease to be me and gradually we cease
to be us and gradually we’re ceasing to be. Tra la la la la la lee.
To be worm bait we wait - bacterial bites
or in an oven for a day.
Time almost up & done. Not yet this swan has swun*. Might as well have some fun. Come
on, zombies, run! Come on, run, zombies! Run! Run! Zombies, Run!
Review “Equal parts of truth, comedy and morbidity” -
NB Aya wishes to remain anonymous so Aya's name (Aya) will not be mentioned at all
here. Is that OK, Aya?