VAMPYR

Parasite Speaks

Sweet one, hanging in the moon’s eye!

I won’t concoct a story about bulls and cows,

I won’t retreat to metaphor and allegory.

No, lovely teat swaying in the field, scowls

Are for lovers, ghastly sorrows of Old Europe

In my downcast, downtrodden stare,

My only dream, to lasso your hope

For the fuller life I offer, if you dare:

Eternity spent in the spirals of icy space

Rich in formal glitter, palaces of atoms

The turning treads of a viral staircase

While my proboscis, fixed in your ass, hums.