Black Petals Issue #95 Spring, 2021

Vampiric Threnody
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Ghost: A Working Definition-Poem by Carl E. Reed
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Vampiric Threnody

 

Carl E. Reed

 

 

 

Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. 
                                             ― Walt Whitman

 

 

 

 

Know ye the radar-ping of bat-winged flight? 

 

Transmogrification into mist-smoke? 

 

Mayhap thy rodent-form squeak & delight; 

 

thy castle stark: moon-limned, dark-mossed, baroque? 

 

Then fetid greetings, wretch! Thou art undead. 

 

Ye know the savage thirst that canst be slaked; 

 

thy talon-fingered form a source of dread; 

 

cold black-veined flesh: gray-wormed: pale, snakish-flaked. 

 

Immortal, yes; but cursed!—no mote nor beam 

 

of brightly burning sun shalt warm thy heart; 

 

thou art a thrall of death, enthralled—obscene— 

 

forever rabid, hunted—marked apart. 

 

When dawn drives thee to coffin to retire 

 

       dost thou feel a lord of death—dead vampire?  


Carl E. Reed is currently employed as an operations specialist at a window, siding, and door company just outside Chicago. Former jobs include: U.S. marine, long-haul trucker, improvisational actor, cab driver, construction worker, and door-to-door encyclopedia salesman. His poetry has been published in The Iconoclast, Spectral Realms, & Deathlehem: Holiday Horrors; short stories in Black Gate, newWitch, and Sci-Fi Lampoon magazines. His most recent weird fiction “Dinner at Winthrop’s: A Tale of Sufferance” was published 2020 in the weird romance anthology Down the Rabbit Hole, vol. III.  

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