Morbid Zombie Poem.

We were running for our lives,
And the things were closing in,
The chances of survival-
Were ridiculously thin.
Our breathing came out shallow,
And our hearts began to race,
The things continued closing ranks-
Minimising space.
Their eyes were nonexistent,
Just holes of should-be flesh,
Our backs scraped metal wiring,
Backed up against the mesh.
Survival of the fittest,
And this is how we died?
By God, we'd go down fighting,
And we could say we tried.
We grabbed the crowbars stolen-
From other travellers lost,
And wielded them like amateurs-
Of course there was a cost.
The creatures moved towards us,
Nowhere left to run,
We fought until they caught us,
And we were gone by the rising sun.