If the world ends while I’m on campus If we could hold Neyland Stadium in a zombie apocalypse we’d have plenty of gates fences concessions to raid clothing too Most people wouldn’t survive the first wave, of course, campus would stink of the dead the rotten eaten and eating but if we survived made the first crucial days We’d need to focus on survival. The end-game. We could farm on the football field corn on the twenty yard line peas at the ten forage from student center, the Strip That sucker is huge We’d need a team enough people for watch-duty in sky box, guards at the entrances, work on fortifications Outside the world goes to pot zombies munching their way through fraternities under giant We bleed orange billboards We’d sleep safely at night despite the screams find haven on the cheap seats burn old playbooks We’d discuss our old departments stay alive, gain an education.
Keri Withington is an educator and poet who lives in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains, surrounded by TVA controlled lakes and rivers. Her work has previously appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, recently including Blue Fifth Review, Feminine Inquiry, and New Plains Review. Keri enjoys beating her partner at board games, watching nature documentaries with her kids, and going on adventures.