dedicated to Frost
"When
he
woke in
the woods in
the dark and the cold"
—Cormac McCarthy
One
road
diverged in
a yellow wood
and sorry I could not
travel another and be another traveling traveler, looking
down another road to a place that wasn't on fire; you see, I'm
telling this with a sigh as others will be ages and ages hence:
One road diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one most
traveled by, to
escape the
zombie
apocalypse.