Culture won’t collapse from a lack of artists, but from a lack of audience. Let’s give our modern mythology the thought it deserves. I’m going to write a poem in reaction to every episode of The Walking Dead for the rest of Season 4. Enjoy, and if you feel differently about how I portray the characters then feel free to respond.
A manic for the status quo:
He’ll rebuild a house out of corpses.
You are the gun enthusiast buffered
by money, by status, by Stand your Ground,
now obsessively clawing forward
back to that brass ring cul-de-sac castle,
where power did not require effort
and winning was easier to believe.
You had to hit your wife – “I don’t want it”
to fasten the family together,
and had to trap your girl – “I don’t want it”
if it meant keeping her safe in your home.
I see you each morning through my window
getting in your car and leaving for work.