A Corpse-Flower Blooms: Haiku Cycle for a Zombie Plague

By | 1 April 2010

Lady Day's “Strange Fruit”
Makes me laugh tonight, thinking
Apples walk the earth.

Shooting stars at night,
Smoke drifts from the research lab.
Resurrection day.

Plant the bodies well,
Or before the warm spring rains,
They sprout like new buds.

A bloom pushes up,
Corpse-flower atop the mound —
Not petals, fingers.

Empty holes for eyes,
Nostrils stuffed with graveyard moss.
Why does he need brains?

Bitten by strange fruit,
Her face still looks familiar —
With death comes hunger.

Family dinner:
Mom bites Dad, Dad bites children.
Together, they feed.

Watching from the woods,
Houses go dark, one by one.
Soon, the screaming stops.

Harvest moon shines red,
Icy clouds spread through my blood.
A bite wound, weeping.

Chilled by winter wind,
Crowds come groaning at my door.
I must join them soon.

Hungry wind moans low
The buildings are all empty.
Dead things should not breathe.

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