Boldt Words & Images: Vampires’ love

Greta Thunberg

A poem

By Bob Boldt

“If the Nuremberg laws were impartially enforced and applied, all thirteen US presidents since FDR should have been hung.” –Noam Chomsky

If I broke your innocent little neck by accident during supper would you indict me?

Don’t get me wrong. We’re daylight creatures now with clear, sunlit faces,

bright, white capped canines, and far better groomed than you.
Truly a new Adam for an out-of-date species
needing only a little nudge into the old dustbin.

Our web is now the world.
You even entrust to us your freshly weaned little ones.
We no longer eat their blood.
Their souls nourish the vampire appetite far better
and without the messy clean up.

I administered the hospital where they are born,
ran the schools, the state houses, and all the companies
that bottle their extravagant lives.

And in the end we will hang them all on the west X of the Exxon sign

as a perfect crucifixion

and place the coppers for the ferryman on their dead lids.

The smoke of their industries intoxicates, a fragrant incense for our rites.

We eat cancer. And we swim the dead,
radioactive oceans happy as tardigrades.
Greta Thunberg is only another tasty bit of protein for my maw.

I hope the little bitch screams when I tear her lungs.
I’ll be running for Congress next year.
You know you’re gonna love the change I believe in.
I’ll be counting the votes too, just to make sure,
so don’t even think of not voting.

See that bright lady climbing the marble House steps.
She’ll be mine for dinner tonight.

We the vampires voted in one of our own kind a lucky thirteen times ago.

So don’t blink and look away. Don’t pray me away. Don’t be shocked.
Vampires are here to stay.

Copyright © 2020 by Bob Boldt