Days are dark
waters are rising
yet the world is burning
as we are being led
140 characters at a time
into the mouth
of the fire
False prophets promise
haven as they
steal the ground
from beneath our feet and
deport
our dreams
Turns out
the small-fisted, would-be emperor
is both naked and blind.
This is for Hedgewitch’s memorial FF55 at Verse Escape.
This hits the nail in our collective coffin right on the head, Mary. A perfect set-up in the opening for a middle stanza which is chilling and succinct, and the final line has that kind of black humor we need to survive all this upheaval and damage. I am so happy you chose to play, and found the words–we need them more now than ever. Oh, and be sure to do your best to have a kickass weekend. 😉
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Thanks Joy. And thank you so much for starting up the FF55. xx
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The banality of evil. We’re gonna need a bigger boat.
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*slow clap* This is brilliant
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Awww – thanks Rommy!
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More tawdry indeed. Well said – and I wish I could disagree.
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