fanged vampire necklace

by David McLean

there was night before me

with sky wearing a fanged vampire necklace

of stars and madness

and through the ghost of rain i could see

vague day dying at her dire distance,

like a watch stopped forever

for the death of a father

long before it ever happened;

as if night wanted to give me something

which i readily accepted, because

it was slow decay and everything

coming to nothing;

night wears a perfect necklace

and broken loving