The zombies of film and fiction
so harmless they seem,
ghoul-like robots walking.
Bone-crunching mayhem
on screen, on the page,
easy to take, fictionally.
Even Jane Austen and
the undead of Pemberley,
good clean fun, indeed.
But now the honey bee,
parasitized by the zombie-fly
abandons its hive at night.
A tragic and true zombee.
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Hands Off the Third Half of My Brain!
PoetryA "pod" of ten poems composed for the 2012 Atty Awards. The title of this "pod" is an allusion to a quotation by a contemporary computer guru who shall not be named lest I offend his lawyers. It should also be noted that the O.W. Toad who is named i...
