Light Sweet Crude
We the Vampires
We the Victim
Driving lust at every turn,
Driving to drive, consuming to burn,
Compelling to addict,
To appetize life,
Compelling hypoglycemic strife;
Compelling, compelling
The jeweler's ace from coal,
The sacrifice of oceans to a fossilized shoal;
The imbibition of iron profit from a blackstrap hold
Upon wily donors of bloody black gold;
Compelling, compelling
To be anthracitic in kind,
To flag stealth with a nom de guerre in mind,
And eat,
With both justice and thievery,
The oyster from the Shell
While stewing black pearl in lust's deep juicy well
From which we vampires serve ourselves
With ourselves,
Our own bones,
Our fossils,
Our futures
Deceptively cinched with boiler-room sutures.
– Mary Jo Magar –