"American Vampires" by Ben Scheg

I hear they wear flesh

Crafted like clothes,

I hear they eat slaves

And spit out their bones.

Profoundly profuse

With perilous presence.

Wells full of blood

Drawn from earth's essence.

The sea is a grave

For those things that don't die.

Immortal amalgams

Which suffocate life.

They once had a god

But they killed him in spite.

Now they feed on his corpse

And grow strong in the night.