Stood at the end of the street shuffling their feet
The viral spores attached and left their sores

Rambling,shambling bodies a flow
Hunger hunger where is the foe
Dressed for dinner dressed for bed
That little black dress is now a mess

No noise no communication  no how is the weather, they move smoothly together
They amble down the road as if somewhere to go
Only one way but very slow
Tirelessly they move towards the end
Together we hide just two friends