Here Come the Gut Gobblers

With requisite apologies to Tennyson.

Half a step, half a step, half a step shuffling,
All on the highway of death lurched the gut gobblers.
"Here come the flesh eaters! Shoot for the brains!" was said:
Onto the highway of Death lurched the gut gobblers.
"Here come the flesh eaters!" Was there a brain there saved?
No, tho' the living knew someone had fuck’d up:
Zombs to make no reply, zombs not to reason why,
Zombs but to lurch and dine: onto the highway of Death
Lurched the gut gobblers.
Shotgun to right of them, crossbow to left of them,
Hand axe in front of them splurching brains sunder'd;
Storm'd up from a gritty smell, moldy they lurched and well,
Snapping their jaws of death, tongue stuck in mouths of Hell
Lurched the gut gobblers.
Flash'd all those blasts where flash'd as they blasted heads,
Sabring the gobblers there, beheading armies, while
All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the ‘pocalypse
Right thro' the line they broke; survivors falling
Reel'd from the shotgun blasts shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they fell down, but not the gut gobblers.
Shotgun to right of them, crossbow to left of them,
Hand axe in front of them splurching brains sunder'd;
Storm'd at with bow and shell, while each survivor fell,
Though they had fought so well came thro' the jaws of zombs
Up with those mouths of Hell, all that was left of them,
Left of gut gobblers.
Where next the gory blade? O the wild feasts they made!
All the world wondered. Fear the gore they made,
Flee from those awful zombs, hungry gut gobblers.