I never was much of a poet, but for a free copy of Dead Rising I'll give anything a shot. It's a little long, but here goes.

A satellite from outer space
came tumbling down at a great pace
and landed in a field in Delaware
And where it crashed, the dead awoke
(“Brains,” the only word they spoke)
and gave the local village quite a scare

“The dead, they walk!” some shouted out
(which made the little children pout)
while others simply turned and ran away
All the while, the dead marched on
(their skin was green and their eyes were gone!)
needing brains to help them through the day

It’s hard to say exactly when
the first poor sap had his head bitten
but those who saw it swore it was a sight!
With arms held forward, he lurched on, too
(his lips turning from pink to blue)
and joined the other creatures of the night

Of course, by then, the word had spread
of this poor village swarmed by the dead
—The army was sent in for a fight!
With planes and tanks and bombs and guns
they gave those dead guys quite a run
and kept on blasting corpses through the night

When daylight came, the people were thrilled
the zombies had, once more, been killed
and everyone recovered from disaster
“But wait,” some asked. “Were they all bad
to want to take the lives we had?
Brains were all that they were really after.”

The days went by and the people forgot
about that marching undead lot
that took the lives of so many in such short time
Now, deep below the ground they rest
(their bodies rotten and clothing all messed)
wanting to live again, their only crime

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I am the pointed stick.