When I read his piece for the contest, I immediately thought of myth or legend telling. It was as if he was expressing it as it happened in the past. Like a shaman or grandfather expressing a myth. I think they weren't sure what to make of my entry. It might have not registered that I followed the writing simply because the form of the aliens was vague. Making the zombies bears lurking in shadows probably didn't help either.
Front:
That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn't notice it because
Back:
That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because