Where Zombies Come From

mole in yard of death
nose boring in the dark
blind slayer of worms
in tombstone park

skull-crusher the spook
dull underside of God
hear mole’s heart beneath
mounds of dank sod

moonlit owls sweep-swoop
over living crosses
steeped in rich blood soaking
into sponge moss

I couldn’t resist joining the Buddha Rocks project, even if my contribution is a little belated. Visit buddharocks.deviantart for a bounteous source of photographic inspiration by Mr Eric Alder. Also check out davefarmersblog for some of his entertaining interpretations of the photos, and, of course, fillingahole – the originator of the project.

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between. View all posts by Sarah Potter Writes

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