No Rest For The Living Or Dead
It began on a Saturday when I had a heart attack and died,
On the Monday I had an autopsy and they had a look inside.
The following Thursday I was buried and the last rites were read,
and on the Friday I became a member of the living dead.
Someone dug me up and put an abnormal life inside of me,
he told me to be happy now that I’d joined his family.
I asked him why he chose me and he said why not,
I was freshly buried, and he loved a good blood clot.
I was now part of his food chain, so I must get out more at night,
I must encourage chit-chat with conversation romantic and light.
He expected success from his family and huge amounts of blood.
His thirst was enormous and drank whenever he could.
He would take from his family what we had taken from others,
so he could bring back more dead sisters and brothers.
I must admit I don’t like doing this, I never did like nights,
when I collect blood from a victims neck I get uptight.
Tonight I’m going to the park because lovers tend to go there
and so if I’m really lucky I might get a pair.
This is a perfect warm cloudy night, what more could I ask
and there are several lovers lying in the tallest grass.
I’ll begin with the couple making love in the darkest shadows over there,
I’ll snuggle up to the male and sink my teeth into his neck with care.
The girl is screaming, but I’m trying to calm her by holding her tongue,
I’ve now finished with the male. Ah! and with her I won’t be long.
I’ll just drink up two more couples before I return home to be drained,
my master will be waiting for me, so that I can go out again.
He looks so strong and happy now that he has drank my blood,
I asked him if I could have a night off soon, but he didn’t think I could.
As I was leaving, he said my blood tasted kind of tangy and sweet,
and if I could obtain some more like it, it would be a real treat.
But then he began coughing and vomiting, and all the family could see,
he said we were all doomed because of contamination and me.
poem by Orlando Belo
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