poem: Cues for the Disco

The Paradox of Blood & Water

For every part blood
draw two (or more) parts water.
Men of cloth, drunkards,
heedless to golden ratios,
turn liquid into
vapor, a bloodless spirit,
a faithless mirage.

Drink blood fast enough
so in the cup the rule shows;
the glass of water
will then permanently hold
twice the abundance
(or more) of crystal reason,
purity adored.

Leave water to sit,
imbibe, forget blood runs dry,
err, foolish hubris,
mistake your father’s gamble
for a vampire’s thirst;
Not even a miracle
moistens bloodied dust.