Zombifurcation

At the Nightsun writing conference in Frostburg, MD, last weekend, I had the privilege of performing a reading of fiction and poetry. Here’s an audio clip from the event, along with the text for one of the pieces I read — the Seussian horror poem, “Zombifurcation” — which appears in the latest issue of The Goreletter.

ZOMBIFURCATION

A zombie crawled right,

a zombie crawled left —

both shared the singular

body I'd cleft.

I'd chopped down his chest,

and cut off his scream —

but still he came at me,

splitting his seam.

He pulled himself toward me

in reanimation:

One arm for each half

toward opposing locations.

A zombie crawled left,

a zombie crawled right —

both sides of my brain

they would eat to unite.
           
I dropped my machete

and pulled out my gun —

I had to be ready

to shoot either one.

And he got awfully near me

on the floor of the crypt,

but then lost all his traction

when his torso was ripped.

A zombie crawled here,

a zombie crawled there —

without one another

they just clutched at the air.

I could have just left then —

let yang to chase yin —

but I wasted two bullets

on the Siamese twins.