Blade, Historical    

Years ago a pregnant woman was bitten by a vampire. Her son was born with the thirst but struggles to remain human. Though vampires secretly dominate the world, he wages a private war against them. Because of his weapon of choice, they call him Blade.

It is possible that God exists, but with everything
that has happened to us, could it possibly matter?
      —Mario Vargas Llosa

You come into the world—
from where    from where—
and the world turns

toward you, fangs bared,
disguised as what it is, as if
this is how it has to be:

as if it were normal to walk
the daylight knowing
something's wrong. Grow up,

they say, get a job, go to church.
And after awhile you stop
fighting it and try to smile.

Don't you ever wonder
whose blood is in
the banks? It's yours.

Follow the money
back to the Plague and
the rise of the papacy:

The Inquisition. The Burning
Times. The explorers
and the explored. So many

centuries, so much
death: you can still taste it
on the wind. Some days

I think, with the singing
of my blade, I can fix
everything—even the sadness

that says nothing that matters
will change. Some days
I think I should never have been.