The American vampires
fly through TV screens and radio speakers
to invade the western night sky.
Their sharp incisors
bite deep into language and culture
and drain out what was once
rich and lively, leaving only a husk.
Worse still,
the American vampires
fly over Middle Eastern skies
swooping down over
insurgents and innocents alike,
stealing their life force.
Only time will tell
how far their wings
will spread.
Ron Barton (Western Australia)
From Ron's book If God is a Poet (Ginninderra Press 2012)
An independent poetry journal. Watch your step.
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