haiku club

New haikus are rare
So I will write one for you.
I hope you enjoy.

The following is
One poem, written in parts,
Many make just one;

Death in Malton stirs.
The zombies groan in the streets,
Safe for one more night

They bang on our door,
Clawing at the barricades,
Longing to come in.

We sit in the dark
Listening to their efforts,
Hoping the 'cades hold.

Our shotguns lie close;
Muzzles black eyes of fire
Longing for action.

All are gathered here
Ready to fight one more night.
The zombies still work.

Suddenly they're in.
The zeds stream through the doorway.
A survivor screams.

Guns thunder loudly,
Echoing blasts around me.
It's started again.

The gun in my hand
Is a familiar feeling
Comforting my fears.

Bullets piercing skulls,
Zombies devouring flesh,
Friends slipping away.

Gnashing teeth approach.
My gun fires a lead chunk,
Another zed down.

Bodies piled high
Almost block the door and yet
The enemy comes

They do not fear us
They only hunger for us
Please, dear God, save us...