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.
In Other Words 
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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