Emu Boots Cleaning Kit

a vampire's lament


You, you all
all that meat on the street
stacks, you are
for my food, all those eyes

covered gummy, like someone does not stop
never wake up, as
looking without seeing or just thirsty
of the absurd penalty of another look, you all

you are for my food, and fear deep

have the mirror glass only those eyes, the fog
they cross the dead, that
is the price I pay for my food.