SHOCKing Sonnets: The Last Supper in Herzog’s NOSFERATU

ON

LastSupper

Our resident poet Nigel Parkin gives us some SHOCKing sonnets and horrifying haikus.

It’s funny – death compels us to pursue
the pleasures we might otherwise deny.
We’ve opened bottles of long-cellared wine
And crowned our heads with bacchanalian wreaths
And as we sit and watch the rats consume
All that we once held dear we drink and stare
And let the lusts of last days rise and sing.
I push my hand under my neighbor’s skirt,
Hungry for her flesh and feel the lesions
On her inner thigh swelling to my touch.
And from his perch I know he watches us,
Stirred by our revels, waiting for his feast.
So spread yourself upon our table first,
Before you give your moonlight skin to him.

(Read our appreciation of NOSFERATU here)