PAD Day 2: Zombies on the Brain

Today's dual prompts from Poetic Asides and NaPoWriMo: (1) write a "portrait" poem, and (2) write a poem that plays with "voice" (i.e., speaking from a different point of view, or from multiple "persons" - first person "I" vs. second person "you", etc.). Maybe because I watched The Walking Dead just last night, this came to mind:

Self-Portrait as a Zombie

I always wondered what I'd look like

after I'm dead, or rather,

when I come back from the dead.

Here's a photo of me after the apocalypse.

My complexion is the color of wet cement,

my eyes sunken into dark sockets.  

I'm drooling like a Saint Bernard,

and several teeth are missing, as is,

inexplicably, my left arm.

There's a deep gash through my right cheek,

and it appears I've lost some intestines.

 Miraculously, I'm still moving,

but I'm shuffling like a sleepwalker.  

Most of you left alive could easily beat me

in a foot race, but if you stumble, you're my dinner.

Sooner or later you'll stop me with a head shot,

and if there is anything left in my brain

other than motor functions,

its last thought will probably be,

I should have taken better care of myself.