One dead slumped down the Walk—
He grunted so I saw—
He bit a mailman in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then he drank from Lou
Who died within the Grass—
And shuffled sideways to the Street
To let this Slayer pass—
He peered with famished eyes
That wandered all around—
They looked like lifeless Orbs, I thought—
He stirred his Sagging Head
Like one dismembered, dying,
I forced in him a Blade
And he unleashed his entrails
And moaned him softer home—
Than Babes cry out when smothered,
Too gruesome for this scene—
Or Leftovers, left In the Pond
Float, lifeless after drowned.
Ewwww! That poem is dark... gruesome... disgusting... morbid...
ReplyDeleteI think that's what you were going for... so, NICE! :)
- piper
I like this. It made me laugh since I'm familiar with the original poem--and our zombie obsession, of course.
ReplyDeleteWOW! you have a way with words. I am impressed. Have you written a lot of materials?? These are great. I wouldn't have known this about you if it weren't for the EDUC 6036 class with Tony Pellegrini. Keep up the writing.
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