Millionaire who wants to live forever
stops taking longevity drug over concerns
it sped up aging. Fewer unhappy returns
in this God-cursed Arcadian endeavor,
sword-barred, Yahweh’s thunder-ordered Never!
Well, every art-collecting attic learns
it: Dorian Gray must turn to Monty Burns,
and what precedes a fall is getting clever
with what is better left to evolution.
Look. At the risk of sounding normative:
you should not use your teenage son for blood.
Vampirism’s not a good solution;
life’s not a vessel; living is sieve,
a fleeting filter in a raged and flashing flood.