Elegy for Abraham Ford(hoped it would be an ode #TWDSeason7)
by Kimberly Simms
bristling boar warrior unleashed, virile, thundering
out of charred Houston, birthed from chaos, life shattered.
His mouth poetic decimation, his heart cracked.
pummeling his battle clad vehicle faster.
Taking no heed of vultures swinging through the heat
his has always been to fight, do, die, rinse, repeat.
Blustering an ocean of shit, kicking it right
back up its own ass. Daily, he thundered assault.
Rallied. Scratched out new plans. Soldered old wounds with salt.
Plunging knives deep in skulls. Hungry for violence.
Loose ends chapping taut ass. Lust edging red mustache.
Loyal to his ragtag crew. Perpetual bad-ass.
Desperate for a wholly mother-dick reset.
His guilt a guillotine driving for redemption.
Soldier. Lover. Friend. Will this hero find peace in the end?
Disclaimer: I have been meaning to write poems for the characters on the Walking Dead for a some time. I love the show and I am fan! I can't wait to find out what happens this Sunday! This page is not endorsed by AMC or its employees. I decided to start with the character of Abraham Ford since I happened to meet the actor Michael Cudlitz last week.
Copyright 2016 Kimberly Simms
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