This is a sheep, not a zombie, but I didn't have a picture of a zombie, at least not one that I have the copyright to.

I am not big on contemporary poetry – here’s an exception. It mentions animal sweatshirts, but it is not, like many contemporary poems, an ode to the adorable-ness of a cat, nor does it invite us to know waaay too much about the poet’s inner angst, like many other contemporary poems.

Instead, it’s funny. It mentions zombies. And it’s good. Seriously.

Click on the title to read it on Graham’s blog: Field of Memes, on Necrophilia and the Lucky Stiff, by Graham Isaac.

If you get a chance to hear Graham read his work, you’ll like it even better.

Seriously.