The following was submitted to the RhymeZone 2021 poetry contest:

Vaccine Against The Living Dead

To just those needles I’ll agree

That soothe and hearten, and set free

From the sole threat to life and cheer,

From thoughts that spawn and scatter fear.

The only cure I, therefore, find

Is love, and zeal, and being kind,

And feeling free, and feeling good,

And living out my humanhood,

For I don't fear that which is sure,

That one day too I'll be no more,

But I’ll first savour every breath,

As there's no antidote to death.