Vampires   The movies are misleading, so don’t look for black capes, widow’s peaks — the devil’s seed finds fertile soil in sorrow, unread books,   unclaimed souls. Castles for some of them, mud huts for the others — who knows? If they took on human form, would you still see them — would   you? All you have to know is that they feed on blood — your blood, my blood, everyone’s blood — just look for the fangs, the bottomless need.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont November 2024