Haiku 6

Zombie diet tip:
Don't fill up on side dishes
Save yourself for brains.

Haiku 5

We all move as one
Zombies, citizens, soldiers
Guts, glory, and brains

Haiku 4

Freedom to eat brains
Freedom from being eaten
Whose freedom is best?

Meet the Bards: The Zombie

The zombie is the original undead bard, and also the most prolific. She is the only contributing author who is originally American, as the others are expats of their native lands. In other words, although she frequently writes haiku, she does not do so because she was Japanese in life, but because she died while in a teen-angsty phase. She prefers forms that are short and unrhymed.

The Mummy Speaks of Rivers

My river is your river, Langston.

The Nile was mine, as was all I could see.
I bathed there before your New World was known.
Yet your words about her live on, and through them
Your soul, though your body is still.

My soul has grown dry like my wrappings.
Ancient, dusty wrappings.
My hunger is only hollow:
For human blood, out of human veins.
I may spill, but not consume.

I have known the Nile, Hughes.
Yet you who have not
She has made her immortal muse.

My soul has grown dry like my wrappings.

--The Mummy

Haiku 3

No more ballots now
Just zombies in November
Brains and anarchy

--The Zombie

Haiku 2

Brains hang from my mouth
They thought it was a costume
Happy Halloween

--The Zombie