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.
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