Dire Haiku

Some zombie poetry, 5-7-5 style:












Undead and Dentulous

...Could eat you right up,
Gram always used to tell him.
Tonight she proved it.



Crimson Anniversary

Cooing, she tries on
Her husband Don's pricey gift:
Intestine necklace.



Macabre Marathoners

Breathless, staggering,
Striving for the finish line
Of the human race.



The Horror at Asbury Park

Deranged defender:
Sniper at a zombie walk.
Actors get head shots.



Outreaching Indigent

Rank clothes, rheumy gaze.
Mute, beseeching stumblebum.
Can you spare some parts?



Insomniacs

Late, neighborhood stroll;
He couldn't catch any ZZZ's.
The restless dead pounce.



With Apologies to Eliot

Wasteland taste-testers.
I had not thought undeath had
Redone so many.