We left the fields in late September

Brown vines

Dull sky

"we’ll come back"

Rain came

Frost stayed

Time slipped out

Root beds swelling in the black

Under the dirt

Eyes started glowing

Cold wet rows began to crawl

Soft skins split

White flesh showing

Tiny teeth beneath it all

Zombie spuds

Out of the mud

Little dead eyes in the dark

They’re hungry for brains

They’re hungry for blood

Rotten roots

Chewing our boots

You can run

You can hide

But they’re rolling for you

Zombie spuds

Zombie Spuds

Crawling from the mud

Tuber teeth

Thirsty for our blood

You thought they were dinner

Now the dinner’s you

Zombie Spuds

Now you're their stew

Zombie spuds

Crawling out the ground

Mud-dripped mouths

With a hunger sound

We left them there

Now they’re coming for us

Zombie spuds

And they’re craving brains and blood

Farm dog barked

Then the barking stopped

Saw him dragged

By a tuber mob

Pitchfork snapped

When the first one bit

Flesh like starch

Breath like a pit

Zombie spuds

Crawling out the ground tonight

Dirt in their veins

And they’re coming for a bite

We left them there

Now they’re back to eat us up

Run

Run

Run

From the zombie spuds

Zombie Spuds

Crawling from the mud

Tuber teeth

Thirsty for our blood

You thought they were dinner

Now the dinner’s you

Zombie Spuds

Now you're their stew

Zombie spuds

Crawling out the ground

Mud-dripped mouths

With a hunger sound

We left them there

Now they’re coming for us

Zombie spuds

And they’re craving brains and blood

Pitchforks out

We built a bonfire

But they don’t crisp

They only hiss

Charred and grinning

Inching higher

Starch and hunger in a twist

They’re in the cellar

They’re in the well

They’re in the sack by the chapel bell

Boil them?

They scream

Fry them?

They breed

Every cut you make just plants a seed

Don’t. Waste. Food

It remembers you

Every bite you never took

Dug down deep and learned to look

Now they roll

Now they swarm

Thunder made of tuber thorns

Zombie Spuds

Crawling from the mud

Tuber teeth

Thirsty for our blood

You thought they were dinner

Now the dinner’s you

Zombie Spuds

Now you're their stew

Zombie spuds

Crawling out the ground

Mud-dripped mouths

With a hunger sound

We left them there

Now they’re coming for us

Zombie spuds

And they’re craving brains and blood

Mash

Slice

Fry

Bake

They remember every plate you scraped

They roll in rows

A rattling drum

Tater battalions

Thud

Thud

Thud

We should’ve picked ‘em

When the sun was hot

Now the whole damn village

Is a compost plot