Parable of talking with the dead in the Necropolis

Poet Marvin X

photo Adam Turner

He walked into the necropolis, city of the dead, (necro, according to Grimm's law, the consonants c,k and g are interchangeable or equal, thus necro and negro mean the same, something dead). 

He tried to hold their hand but it was limp without life so he dropped their hand and it fell to their side, hanging like an appendage of sorrow, sad its fake had been to do nothing throughout its existence as part of the necro's body as it circumnavigated the necropolis. The arms waved but to no purpose for the other necros could not respond in kind since they were dead as well. Their spirits had been sucked from them long ago by the vampire who walked among them smiling as their friend but in truth he was the blood sucker of the poor who ate their children for breakfast lunch and dinner. 

Mothers and fathers wondered why their children were lifeless, their only desire was to be on the machine the vampire provided them to join the robot world of the creatures on the screen before them, where they played games of murder and slaughter of the enemy. When the game ended the vampire laughed through the screen at the children he devoured with a vibration while their parents stood in wonder at their children who were no longer their children. Their children had no longer the desire to kiss their mother and father but only looked at them in despair because the parents had not fully joined them in the vampire games. 

Parents wondered how they could break the spell of the vampire. Parents withdrew their children from the public schools when they realized the schools were making their children dope fiends of the low information vibration. Their children came home to get stuck on the vampire games of murder and parents were in shock their child was no longer their child but some agent of the vampire who sucked their blood and brain cells into his wretched mouth for breakfast lunch and dinner.

--Marvin X

1/2/21