Vampyr

Editor’s Note: This poem is inspired by for-profit healthcare.

Vampyr

Damned immortals,
Congregating in shadowed,
Towering temples of
Sacrilegious declinations;

Unholy meat Grinders
Drain flesh with
Bloodied syringes,
Syphoning tonight’s supper–

None dare yield.

Blood suckers–
Alabaster babes who grew hollow–
A summoning,
Under preordained doom.

Clandestine blood bags,
Meetings conducted in
Morningstar’s heralding grace,
Warning of daylight’s revelations…

Sharpen your stakes,
Adorned in runes and pockmarks,
Spelling their incineration,
Harkening the collapse of parasitic empires.