The Day the Zombies Killed Vacaville

On a lonely afternoon,
when the hot low sun would die so soon,

The Zombies attacked!

load your gun.

lock
the doors.
listen to their decayed skin folding on the hot cement.
the
    dead
              are returning
                                two lives
Armed to the teeth, with teeth, and knives.
the stench of rotting skin overpowers the drying grass,
AND THE WHOLE TOWN.
load.
the guns,..l
ock the doors
and win
      dows.
oh no.
(s)
we left some open.
and in they crawl, crashing their skulls on window panes,
searching with dry dead skin, for the openings,
collapsing there on the carpet
dead soft thuds.
we were to scared to shoot,
but we did did did did did
did they
        did not die.
the dead are returning to life.
with knives clutched in rotting hands,
it stumbles toward you,
and i could not could not glance,
but I saw your wide eyes collapse with your hands clutching
your heart, not beating.

bleeding with blood on the carpet
zombie ate your brain
and you didn't feel the pain.

I did
I did did did did did did
shot those hollow eyes that turned on me,
the dead are returning to life.
with a knife!
still wet with your blood!
still warm with your life,
                            now gone.
I smelled the zombies breath, it's death, your death,
before the knife was inside me,
your blood and hot sharp steel,
explosions of pain,
and then the zombies ate my brain.