First the vampires came with their pups
waving their ticket punchers and their straws
and flittering around the room bat guano crazy
from the sugar rush diabetes put in my blood.
Then the zombie kids with their melon ballers and ice cream scoops
for carving out just the brain truffles where all the concussions
pounded the gray meat soft and sweet.
Then the dwarfling boys, fingernail-sized, made a groin in my groin
until they hit the main shaft running all the way to the kidneys
and a chain of them, hunched and determined,
went up and passed back, hand over hand over hand,
the kidney stones they prize more than gold
while the dwarf girls clapped like they were engagement diamonds.
The werewolves cubs went last, clawing for marrow
till their muzzles were wet with red and white with bone chips.
And everybody went off down the street
singing and laughing and telling the late-comers
there was still lots left of me.
Then you came, kissed me, and made me whole again.
©WILLIAM JOHN WATKINS (12/4/13)
William John Watkins 