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 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,
driven by a new sensation
and sets out on his quest for beer.
Copyright © 2013 Chris Stout