A Brigand's Tale: An Original Non-lyrical Poem
By: Zach Brehany
The brigand known around as Graverobber,
Opinionated as to the laws of this new world,
Savaged graves, looking for the wonderful blue liquid,
Covered with debris, he walks threw the graveyard,
The graveyard at Sanitarium Square.
GENco bodyguards,
Spasmodic at every sound,
Commandeer of the entire area,
Tried to find,
Any and all Grave Robbers,
That infiltrated the area.
The corpse was removed from it’s resting spot,
With circumspect movements from Graverobber,
And laid on the ground.
Signs were around the area,
Signs that proclaimed that the government admonish grave robbing
Or selling Zydrate on the black market.
Zydrate.
The little blue liquid.
Extracted from the dead.
Graverobber’s job.
Relinquished the corpse of the drug,
But he never expected the breach.
The tomb stone cover,
Grown chipped with cleavage,
A chip fell off,
When the corpse tried to be returned.
The guards became unbridled.,
Like dogs after a rabbit,
grave robber escaped,
With the blue liquid
In it’s little glass vial
