Crib For Hell

by Patrick King

When zombies seem Nazis As winners cry foul, While chickens turn lovers Herding comes to power. Though this land is called Nayra And here zombies rule, So simple is living We all must be cool. Enter the Babas, Clearly they rule! By force and by cruelty All Babas crush fools. *** "In the Land of Nayra this is the thing, they eat much carne de res." A dead wolf, "green with smear," tells in a 52 stanza poem about Baba Black Jade and other Baba soldiern who live with her in a land where they earn their keep by hunting down zombies. The sights of Hell have never looked so much like a typical work day before, which the zombie princess whore who narrates this romp laments, even as she seems to be intriguing with her coworkers for what cannot be said. Included are two other short poems by way of introduction to the theme of love, and black and white images, as well as a glossary of 47 items.

82 pages, Paperback

Published February 10, 2012