Clean Up Time

Split them wide open
Entrails look like sausages
Go get the ShopVac

Fallen Zombie Killer

Battle worn soldier
Open wounds, virus invades
Noose, chair, kick, swing, dark

Holiday Visit

Foul, dank stench exhales
Gnarled grey hands clutch at me
Zombie... or Grandpa?

Weathered (Part I of Harvest)

Sky bruised with grey clouds
Wind moans through skeleton barn
Vague feeling persists

Trepidation (Part II of Harvest)

Cadaver corn stalks
Beseech with splintered arms raised
Apprehension grows

Forewarning (Part III of Harvest)

Church bell toll forewarns
Of an ill harvest to come
Fearfulness consumes

When Johnny Comes Wrything Home

Soldier returns home
With undead countenance
Eat my musket ball

--- Walt Whitman

Caged Bird

Cage bird, sings no more
Looks as I go medieval
On some zombie ass

--- Maya Angelou

Priceless

Hammer, nine dollars
Grenade, one hundred dollars
Killing undead friends...

Ode

A visionary
Wove tales of undead rampage
Romero inspires

Benchwarmer

Coach won't put me in
Not fair, just because I have
Sustained head trauma

Tranquility

peaceful cloudless sky
die you fucking zombie die
gentle stream flows by

--- David Hartmann
guest blogger, friend
of Ash

Rotten Pen

So great a talent
Zombie clown undead poet
Rising nightly verse

--- David Hartmann
guest blogger, friend
of Ash

Zombie At My Door

Hello, is that you?
Face eaten by the undead
May I see ID?

Something Evil's Lurking In The Dark

Zombies lurch and sway
While young boys lose innocence
On set of "Thriller"

Ah night, sweet darkness

moon crests horizon
zombies moan, radiant glow
stars speckle night sky

Between the mountains, a valley so green.

deer runs across field
eagle flies in a blue sky
clown eats a baby