The Zombie Apocolypse... by T. S. Eliot

This is one of my favorite poems, and I can't believe it took this long for me to notice the parallels. In rereading these passages, how could it not be about zombies?

The Hollow Men

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

Beautiful, and then the poem has a bunch of other stuff that doesn't really prove my point, but there's also the most famous part, the way the poem ends.

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow

Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow

For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Or, to really drive the point home, maybe the last line should be "Not with a brain but a moan."