by David Siegel Bernstein
Ravenous and lecherous,
my fangs seek out beauty,
not the body—the essence.
Purity is my meal.
Can I be saved?
A maiden asked of me.
bared my answer.
Regret slices my hollow soul
into chunks of sorrow.
I can’t be saved,
I answer to no one.
Twisted and wicked,
I am nothing
© 2006, 2007 David Siegel Bernstein
David Siegel Bernstein has published literary
fiction, fantasy, satire, poems, and, to his shame, nonfiction. His
non-literary projects include: Re-inventing
the wheel, the Sisyphus relief project,
referring to himself in the third person (as THE David, lest fools
confuse him with the other one. Examples of his writing can be found in
Ohio, Wanderings, Aoifie's Kiss, Black Petals, Outer Darkness,
Bewildering Stories, Anotherealm, Defenestration, Enigma, Static
Movement, Afterburn SF, Flashshot , Midnight Times , Kleidotrope,
and Apollo's Lyre.
He is an active member of the Academy of American Poets and the Science
Fiction Poetry Association.
For more information visit his site at www.DavidSiegelBernstein.blogspot.com
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