I awoke this morning from a dream about zombies. It was like I was inside a zombie movie, in the dream – and not a very good zombie movie, for all that. What's with zombies in my subconscious brain? I don't actually watch zombie movies. I haven't made it through a single episode of Walking Dead. I suppose I'm exposed to some degree of zombie thematics from my zombie-obsessed students, but … why did I have a zombie dream, last night? I wasn't meditating on zombie-related material yesterday, or over the weekend.
When I woke up, I googled zombie poetry, and guess what I found: "zombie haiku." This is most excellent, at least as a type of humor.
Here are some samples.
Zombie Haiku by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle
into that zombie plagued night.
And take the shotgun.Zombie Haiku by Edgar Allen Poe
Beside of the sea
I killed my Annabel Lee
because zombies do that.
I also found this rather entertaining short story by a guy named Isaac Marion.