THE MOSAIC MAN

THE MOSAIC MAN

The Vampire is here His food is blood and death Behold him if you dare He breathes living breath He loves the end of spring The last day of July Nourished on dying things His magpie heart is dry A skeleton by day He puts on flesh at night The small bright stones inlay Disguise the grinning fright Glimpsed through the cracks between The bone of his skull a wan Mirror for your bad dreams Behold the Mosaic Man