You all did not make it easy on us, jeeze! After a lot of reading, a lot of praising the talent within our crew, and a ton of debating… we finally managed to agree on the winners. Congratulations to the winners and a huge thank you to everyone who entered. Below are the winning poems for you to enjoy.
Third place winner: Deepdarkred
I sit and stare, surrounded by nothing but filthy air…
There goes the planet, Janet,
But I no longer care.
I wonder somewhere in the back of my mind
If there is something I could find,
To bring back who I used to be,
But there’s nothing there, nothing left of plain old me.
I see the living, pointing guns, screaming and slinging
They still think they can beat this,
Illusion and dreaming.
This cacophony of sound, choreography of misery
All spinning around the origin of our creation’s mystery.
We’re not God’s wrath, or Hell’s mistake,
We are not victims of drug intake.
This is it. Our evolution,
Strange enough, it’s also
A bit of a final solution,
A response to our own filth and pollution,
When they get hit, when they get bit…
They will all know what I meant by it.
And then like me they’ll spin in place
With more than a creepy smile upon their half devoured face.
Second place winner: Kaolin Imago Fire
by Kaolin Imago Fire
Prithee tell—what makes a cookie
sumptuous as the mildewed air,
and spongy as a forgotten mattress
used by lovers now long past
their bed-by date
(for all but a daring few)
Know it well? A crazed confection,
dusted lightly with crumbled cranium;
a zombie treat, they come for BRAIINZZZZ
and stay for the obvious pains
taken in the elegant preparation—
down to the very mode of serving:
in severed torso
(half-shell if you will)
Now the hard sell: you’ve caught us
in flagrante delecto—these cadaverous cookies
elevate themselves above the pale
rotting, misbegotten and forgotten dead;
of course, any chef worth their trade samples
their goods, so you must pick your fate:
sample of your own free will or
we’ll hook you some other way
(perhaps some zombie pate?)
And the Grand Prize winner is… Robin Sellman!
by Robin Sellman
Onward travels the shambling hordes
o’er the streets and gravel roads.
With a taste for living flesh
jerking, lurking brainless mess.
The plague swoops down in a swarm
a mass of dead scratch at the door.
Undead crawlers in the night
wand’ring souls lost to a bite.
People scattered across this land
revenent herds are in their plans.
Now we’re living off the grid
clean headshot to kill the dead.
Onward drifts a soulless walker
brains and flesh to quell it’s hunger.
Life that was it never will be
now our world is filled with zombies.
Congratulations again to our winners! And don’t forget to enter our Spreading Holiday Cheer with A. Zombie contest.