HUNTING HUMANS

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Strider

Covered with scented sand
You lay
Under a blanket
Of decay

Swirling worms
Dismantled flies
Haunted by spirits
Whispering last alibis

A tormented mother cries
Whilst her newborn dies
Silence vessels the deed
Desire is our creed

By the first hour
May be awakened thy power
Rise oh yeeh zombies

Fear oh not
Drink the thickened broth
Feel the thirst
(36hr disposal bag time first!)

Be fierce, be diabolical
Forget about the native scalpel
Think flesh
ooooh yeeesh

"Toothless gumless mouth"
He knows what its all about
Rotting corpses should be exposed
Mausoleum visits to the decomposed

Thou shall endure
Last compulsions of limbs
Thou shall be sure
To satisfy the necromantic nymphs

Devour
midnight hour
Blackened soared lips
And icecold finger tips

Come feed now, your new sensation
Time now, for your initiation
Be sure to swallow after with blood
Dip your hands into the running flood

Its hunters moon, its hunters moon
Who shall be next, for death to groom?
Soon, now, soon, sickle is round
Time bound.........For doom....

Open now, this tomb
Youre the next in line
Till the reaper
Says its time

ah, fresh meat.
so you're new to this zombie-ing lark, then, and you need a few pointers?

one: i suggest you try children first,
to get the hang of it
easy to catch, quite delectable
not enough for a meal but not bad
as an appetizer
like prawns

remember when you ate prawns?

second: don't go for the guys with those
ridiculous machine guns and the
hard hats
the ones that run combat style behind the parked cars
and throw grenades and that;
it's not worth it.
they taste shit anyway.


three: jugular, boys.
you can get at the brain later.

all right then

shall we grab some lunch?

Seems nobodys brave enough to try this one but here I go, my first competition

Here we are on an exciting episode of
Grotesque Nature Kingdom!
I am your host R.I. Peace
This week we're following a marvelous beast
Reanimatinus homosapien,
Or more commonly,
the human zombie

Their lives begin where ours end
Their purpose is to consume
Ours is to defend
They start off like all life in darkness
Not knowing, but soon they hatch from
Their pinebox eggs in our season of harvest
They hunt in packs 'tho they lack organization
They take what us scientist call the massive mob style of hunt
They lack communication
But make up for it in consistency
They're the most driven predators
And their methods not a mystery

Observe as the young zombie
Born from the remains of a 5 year old
As she approaches the woman
Knowing she retains some cuteness underneath the mold
She knows woman will fall for the innocent look
As she approaches, the girl springs and naws on her foot
It may seem more logical to aim for an arterie
Or major blood vessel
But the zombie are ravenous, barbarically
attacking whats at eye level
Now the girl has crippled the womans
ability to run but can't still reach her brains
The most nutritious part for them
That is the zombie's ultimate aim
So here comes two bigger zombies to knock the woman down
Now while on the ground
They consume the flesh it contains
Fat and protein, to help sustain
Their decayiny remains
They dispose of clothes
Because to eat that would be obscene
They use the bones to hunt again
And treat marrow as a fine cuisine

They have a leader of the group
They never fight
They never fright
It's an old myth, many have acquired
That they are afraid of fire
Actually they may use fire to flush prey out of hiding
they are aware
that people cant live without air
Therefore they use methods of suffocation, its astounding
Choking, out smoking, strangulation, and drowning
Observe the the aquaticus zombie, who
Leaps from the lake, reaches over the side of the canoe
Tipping it over and dragging his prey to the bottom
After minutes the prey is drowned and they are ready to feast
My oh my, they are such a marvelous beast.

Still time POETS...!

Not sure if this would count but...

Hunt:

The hunt is on as the blood
is pounding through the veins
of a large buck.

Give chase, for the hart will
escape and you will linger in kicked
up leaves.

You run, you run, you run, you run.
               (Not fast enough.)

The buck slows to catch breath and you sink
your sharp spear into it's flank, only to
discover as it falls to the forest floor
that it was a young girl.

But even so you stab her again, and again,
and again, and again, and again.

Devour her flesh raw and cut away everything
from the skill to place on your head, illusioning
it as a deer's skull.

Another hart flees the scene of gruesome murder.

The hunt has finished, just as another has begun.

Fellow Poets...Loved them all...everyone added an excellent twist to this subject matter.  i wished more writers had wanted to play, but those who competed were all worthy just the same.  I went back to the "rules of engagement" theory in my selection, choosing as follows:

WINNER            Writer by Numbers
Runner-Up         Wolfman
Second Runner-Up  Green Dragon

Thanks to you all for participating and KEEP WRITING!

Strider