This comes a day late, but here is #6 on my list of Top Ten Favorite Poems of #MMPoetry 2013. I wanted to introduce this poem properly, but I’m struggling to find the right words. Not sure what’s gotten into me. Brain dead, I guess:
By Samuel W. Kent
Statistically speaking, when zombies arrive
you’re likelier ending up dead than alive,
but seldom survivors suspect they’ll succumb
to vicious and virulent bites on their bum.
They’ll fritter their energies setting aside
their stockpiles of food in safe places to hide.
But Zed, the pragmatic, despite being scared
spent all of his time getting truly prepared…
He’d seen zombies munching, and mostly their fare
was brains on the half-skull, served totally rare.
So Zed chose to memorize books that contain
the myriad recipes featuring brain.
And when he arose from the depths of the crypt -
a vague sense of hunger and thoughts nondescript -
he grinned as he grumbled, and shuffled his feet,
for Zed, now undead, was preparing to eat!
Great concept … superb execution … and zombies! What’s not to love? Click here to see this poem as it originally appeared in #MMPoetry 2013.