Where's The Flesh?

A zombie poem.

Where's the flesh?
my teeth need to mesh
I do not hunger for beef
my zombie essence craves relief
I need human meat
a tasty treat
it keeps me undead
away from a coffin bed
through the streets I roam
a grave no longer my home
people look at me in fear
they feel death's essence near
my eyes are cold and dead
bits of my skin have shed
it is ghostly pale white
my sunken eyes black as night
my yellow teeth show through decayed lips
my arms too strong to escape my grip
better run when you catch sight of me
'cause slow zombies are a myth, you'll see!
better not hide 'cause I can smell your meat
better not freeze or plead 'cause my heart does not beat
once I capture you in my grip you'll feel my teeth mesh
3 more human bodies I need, all I can think of is "where's the flesh?"

Reviews

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Gruesome and funny at the same time. I like the humor in this otherwise bleak and dark horror poem.

[Star Wolf]

I really enjoyed this zombie poem. Nicely gruesome and gory. You did an awesome jog on this Ghost!

[Black Cat Fever]

Creepy flesh eating scenes/visions. I feel my back arching right now, hair standing up and a hiss coming on! Nice job on this horror poem!

[Tina Kline]

This is chilling and amusing at the same time. Instead of where's the beef its where's the flesh! A truly enjoyable zombie poem, perfectly gruesome!

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting tale in the poem. A zombie with a good appetite. I like the way you expressed the desire and hunger in your poem. A excellent poem.
Coyote