
Flux Magazine
"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.