Flammeus Gladius

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Tag: Benjamin Mears

Barlow

Barlow

 

 

A better Dracula than Dracula,
You made the fearless vampire hunters learn
The way of fear. They trembled when they saw
What you had done to Susan. Far from stern,
You jested in your letter. Men return
To dismal failure often in their hearts.
The future cannot be their sole concern.
You used this iron truth in your dark arts.
There is no doubt you had the strength and smarts,
But you inspired a wrath beyond control.
Ineptly, by unhappy fits and starts,
Those mortals tearfully approached their goal.
A resolution came, for closure’s sake:
No slashing blades for you; you got the stake.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Mr. Mears

Mr. Mears

 

 

“He wrote an outline of a novel in motel rooms before they hit Central Falls, Rhode Island.”

 

 

After he staked the vampire king, he got
right to work — for the next book on his mind
wailed to be bodied forth. No, he was not
lazy, that guy, nor much toward rest inclined.
His solemn duty there was self-assigned.
He could have given weary flesh a pass.
Instead, he got his sad self realigned
as fast as possible — and moved his ass.
When we’ve exhausted all religious sass
and found the limits of transcendent white,
though sneering critics rule your efforts crass,
still you will fill the unforgiving night,
Benjamin Mears, with fierce illumination
and show the dark that work is our salvation.

 

 

–Tom Riley