A Poem by the Slayer Zoe Kuryakin: December, 1952 (from Tales of the Slayer Volume 4 "Undeadsville")

Dig:

Death Street bathes in the fire of Nietzschean knowledge.
Hipsters shamble on glistening cobblestones.

I witness the tombs of her face and her trey-chic Manifesto.
Nothing keeps the beat now within her breast.

The coffeehouse habitues live in atomic glare.
They ache for pointed release.

The hearse lingers long in the far latitudes.
Subterraneans struggle with non-reflecting wisdom.

They plead with heroin eyes.
My stake weeps sanguinary tears.

My heart dances to the blood of ancient agony.
Sepulchers shine like alien moons.

Bite me.