Low Earth Orbit

 

The hyenas circle, as ravenous zombies, feed

On the feeble, fallen, who had no cause to cede

The detestable infected, The Tower's, tarot

Will rend flesh and bone, to sup on marrow

The vultures circle, beneath scattered clouds

As frenzied flies, swarm, in death pall shrouds

Ready to infest, the sundered, those post-life

For on undead and dead, the maggots writhe

A parhelic circle, glistens, around the sun

A crystallised reflection, of an incessant hum

It's like a mourning star, for those fed a lie

Then fed to zombies, until the end, was nigh

There's an 'inner circle', of a terra forfeit

They're afar from here, in low Earth orbit

But their secret satellite's, a mere way station 

Until they return to their, new world, nation

The ever decreasing circle, of the human race

Is, without Heaven, or Hell, just lost in space

And everything's malignant, but they'd forgot 

That even the undead, will die, and maggots rot