Today’s entry is a zombie poem, inspired by playing with The
Fridge of the Damned refrigerator magnets, put out by Raw Dog Screaming Press.
I highly recommend you get a set. As of this writing, you can still purchase a copy here.
The Discovery of Fire
Crackling
flames sear and char flesh
marinaded
in blood.
A dead
man shuffling by turns his rotted face
as smoke
wafts through the remains of his nostrils.
A sense,
a memory
perhaps?
Sparked
in a brain transformed by virus
it
reaches out through the zombie haze
and he
turns.
Rotted
steps pull him
across the scorched lawn
towards a
smoking bundle that used to be an infant.
Later, as
he chews tender medium-rare muscle from the tiny limbs,
he
remembers steak and barbecues.
Smell,
the most powerful trigger,
overrides
the raw desire for simple gray matter.
He
finishes the feast
as the
rest of the dead shuffle by in pairs and groups,
then
rises,
driven by
a new sensation
a thirst
and sets
out on his quest for beer.
Copyright © 2013 Chris Stout
