Zombie poems, just in time for Christmas

Zombidextrous

Maggots spill from one wrenched hand;
from the other, your tedious to-do lists.

Zombivalent

Listen or regret: undead lips
upthrust from soil, grunting
out the songs you would forget.

Zombiguity

If Schrödinger’s cat is both
dead and alive, don’t
open that box.

Zombience

Mournful twanging from the pyre.
Decay perfumes the dark.
A toast, dear heart, to your desire:
one final autonomic spark.

Zombisexual

I love you for your brains.

 

Best wishes for a zombitastic holiday from The Cave, the Hive.

Sincerely,

Lesley

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