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Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Ének a Vámpír Pennsylvania

Song of the Pennsylvania Vampire

As a Hungarian royal of Czech descent,
I shared our soil and where our Magyars went.
I lost land, horses, and worst my wife,
Now writing her here in the eternal life.
I fled Romania after our war,
Fearing death, and butchery I abhor.

The coal black middens of Pennsylvania,
Keep me hidden as our old Transylvania.
My dear wife you're owed transcription here,
Of life abroad, since I turned vampir.
A quest for blood, a thirst for souls,
Makes my curse much worse than coal.

I ran a minute in these United States,
Planned for the Senate, won that race.
Alas one night debating abolition,
To a lovely vampiress, I became victim.
That night in Richmond I was young,
With that woman, seduced by her tongue.
On Potomac mud by a small campfire,
She drank my blood, I became vampire.
A moon black night, a butchery made,
She drank my soul, and left this instead.

She drooled enough to quench her thirst,
The cruelest wench ensured my curse.
"There now learn, you understand slaves!
"All in government, senators, knaves."

Weeks no water, not a crust of bread.
I hardly breathed, was nearly dead.
I longed for salt, meat made me gag,
How I cursed that varlet hag.
At last by luck, I returned to health,
Touched some blood by a train wreck death.
Just one drop reached my lips,
Tentatively lifted by fingertips.

Police and medics shoved me aside,
And recovered the body of that poor child.
I knew at once what raced through my veins,
From that ancestral place, with the Hungarian name.

American life realized,
What lurked inside all these centuries.
The genes that nourish'd immortality,
Were exchanged for curses from humanity.
An alien infusion not a chromosome long,
Changed the diet of my miserable throng.
For centuries we meditate without food or drink,
Then fill backpages with murderous ink.

My limbs grew strong, strength took hold.
I now longer bathed, my flesh grew cold.
The Senate I visited a few times more.
For rebel racists to even the score.
In south Maryland I sought William Preston
Who advanced that bill for southern succession.
At Smithfield Mansion, his veins were bled,
By a pale husk in his plantation bed.

It took weeks to perfect my technique,
All killing requires a sportsman's feat.
I mastered the arts of the jugular slice,
A samurai warrior with fangs of ice.
A black leopard leaps from grass
To a giraffe's soft throat, my thrilling task.

A dozen slavers met grisly ends,
In weeks preceding those Confederate amends.
By night I rampaged Virginian earth,
Slicing necks of hypocritical birth.
In a lamplit shipyard one gloomy nautch,
Two Yankee slavers stood midnight watch.
The apparition that drained their youth,
Had pale skin while he stole their truth.
Below decks prisoners released,
Nicked all first so soon they'd feed.
Into the South a wide curse dispersed,
Pursued white masters to quench their thirst.

By the campfire our battles won,
Only victorious vampires at Bull Run.
We paced the battlefield in dark of night,
Seeking wounded by their screams of fright.

I settled north of Philadelphia town.
A lover of humanity I was all round.
Bought a mansion with walls four bricks thick,
A ghoulish bargain - ghosts inhabited it.
Took no notice of the wailing wraiths,
They screamed at night while I slept by day.
Terrified neighbors would not enter,
The haunted home of an absentee renter.

Philadelphia that great city of men,
Much good living was gotten then,
A brief hospital job, packed with despair,
Souls who received more hope than care.
I nursed gangrene victims in those terrible hours,
A midnight curse with beastly growls.
Bedside doctors passed in early morn,
To find no pulses, the lads were gone.

No plague of death would decide the war,
Days would come without a God at all.
I brazenly gorged after each river's flood,
Shiloh's spoils, the earth red with blood.
Antietam's toll, a thicket of death,
And a grisly aftermath, to suck up breath.

From that moment on I drank to live,
And was mindful all life's a gift.
Then a child with a small red ball.
Torn by polio, whom I thought might fall.
His joy was hot as plumes of smoke,
From a tiny match, that tiny bloke.
Tenderly, gratefully I seized that life.
And felt it multiply deep inside.

Every leaf nourishes a desire
To be lighted by a higher power.
All beings must confront a God
And the other's lives that make their blood.

Battles, hospitals, highways, schools,
My kind followed death in pools.
The vampire loves water, despite the myth.
But will not drink it to conserve our strength.
We lie in wait where rituals follow,
And trim the herd, of the deer that's solo.

I'll hunt again, yet these poems I haunt,
So many I've penned, yet I stay forever gaunt.
Where legions of brave mortals go,
Like me now lie forever cold.
Hearts once beat now souls are stained,
By a lust for fluids, stolen, drained.

From poor Antietam's hallowed ground,
An old soldier I bled in Gettysburg town.
The greatest count of lives I gored,
Grows by that frightful Civil War.

Peace was forged, twixt North and South,
Appomattox ended my killing bout.
Weeks went by I succumbed to depression,
Bleek in the soil of my Philadelphia mansion.
Then 'neath falling leaves I follow'd a wake.
Old oak trees were blessed by souls to take.
On a Presbyterian believer, I then nursed,
Then swooned at her riverside funeral hearse.

By war end my strength was legion,
From lives lost by that infamous region.
My fears of drowning dissipated,
Deep in rivers, I patiently waited.
And from littoral depths late one night
An naked swimmer drowned in sight,
Her terrified lover thrashed towards shore.
They found both bodies by early morn.

And where Lake Eire's basin ends,
I took a mason's daughter named Jenn.
The next night, giving thanks for fun,
I dropped with fright, then drank her son.
And along the gorgeous Lackawanna,
I fanged a lanky gal named Joanna.
Her lover that night sang a randy tune,
But died of fright, beneath a Brandywine moon.

Vampires love to sing and roam,
Though nightmares end with fangs and foam.
Before my music all life has fled,
So seduce my lovers before their death.

As much as possible I try to spare,
The pure at heart, or those at prayer.
Paralyzing pleasure, a yoga I learned,
Drink then depart a miserable worm.
Now I tour rivers, streams, and lakes,
Backyard play sets, and outdoor bakes.
But alas our species can't decide,
What food will nourish our soiled insides.

How I long for my damp bed in Most,
Where I long ago buried my old Czech ghost,
To his cellar dark and wet,
I won’t go there, at least not yet.
I long to sleep a thousand years,
How I've wept such poisonous tears!

I have mines to visit, shafts of coal,
Towns to blacken with my cursed soul.
To roam the rainy Allegheny nights,
And see what plain poetry can fright.
Hungry, thirsty, starved for more,
I can't be saved, except by metaphor.
My words grow pale, I've drained them all,
By my wolfen howl, and coyote call.
Alas I forage for inspired verse,
Pages dying from my curse.

Sharpened wit, teeth like knives,
I can't stop feeding upon these lives.
The reality is I can't drink enough,
Words like me, and I like words like love.
Through restless hills, on an endless trek,
I caress my fill, from thighs and neck.

As banded trout run up Northkill Creek,
A freckled young one caught this week.
Where Schuylkill's waves burst the Delaware,
My depraved thrill was her worst nightmare.
When the swift Susquehanna floods at peak,
I shape shift my blood towards the Chesapeake.

Nighttime comes, my heartbeat soars,
Frightening doom with back street roars.
I hope and pray for a cure from God,
But as night turns day it ends in sod.
Come rosy dawn, I slink to my berth,
Cozy anon, in stinking earth.

To toss and dream with bowels aching,
Or howl and scream at my future staking.
The way to hunt me is to offer a feast,
Of words that stun me, my hope of peace.
But the touch of soil, my native mud,
Brings to boil, my lust for blood.

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