The Futher Sermons of Father McKenzie
Follow! Follow! Follow!
Dream Fragments Redrawn
Sock Man & Invisible Monkey (Superheroes)
The Dayof the Stupids
Attachment, Separation& Loss (part 493)
Run! Zombies! Run!
Portrait in Hallswith Tall Bare Walls
A Reluctant Gardener
We LaughedAll The Time
A Seduction of….(Souls?)
A Carthorse Chasing After a Gazelle
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Composer: Ed HookeDate of Composition: December 2016 to February 2017Date of
Recording/Copyright: March 2017
CommentaryWe 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 already happening.. 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.* ‘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 lostand we have weptand still here we are.
We are the living dead.We are your secret dread.One day youwill be toojust as we
We are the living dead.Faces grey, green & red.Shall our remainseat your brains
scraping outwhat’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 anywayand 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 youand gradually I cease to be meand gradually we cease
to be usand 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?