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Marble lips etched by Sister Death
smile with eerie comedy.
War is blood stained theater
doing encore after encore
because Sister Night can’t
decide which god holds
the hottest flame to scorch the sky.

Xenophobia knows its audience, and
historically hate demands front row seats.


 ©Susie Clevenger 2016

Real Toads ~ The Sisters Death & Night ~ Micro Poetry

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Wowzers! This is stellar! I especially admire "war is blood stained theater." Sadly, this is so.
June 19, 2016 at 9:05 PM
brudberg said…
I cannot avoid think of theses sisters battling for power with that stellar addition of the two last lines. Maybe we could call it a brownout?
June 20, 2016 at 3:19 AM
Rosemary Nissen-Wade said…
That darned Xenophobia ought to stop supporting these dramas!
June 20, 2016 at 3:50 AM
jabblog said…
Powerful imagery! Xenophobia is increasing, I fear, particularly in UK as we approach the referendum. I am reminded of Enoch Powell's 'rivers of blood' speech - there's always an unfortunate minority to blame, the Blacks, the Irish, the Jews, the Muslims . . .
June 20, 2016 at 4:59 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
The final couplet provides the chilling context for the interplay of death and night.
June 20, 2016 at 6:53 AM
hedgewitch said…
Not only the sisters of death and night, but the whole extended family looking in with Xenophobia and Hate, two equally dark twins. Eloquent, as always, Susie, and sadly, all too timely.
June 20, 2016 at 10:55 AM
Jim said…
Encore after encore, the audience is raw. Xenophobia knows its audience as unfortunately do some others.
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June 20, 2016 at 2:27 PM
Magaly Guerrero said…
Goodness gracious, Susie! This is power delivery in a small package with ginormous punch. The last two lines will have me thinking about them for days...
June 21, 2016 at 10:52 AM
Buddah Moskowitz said…
This was fantastic. This was just poetic enough to picture it, imagine it, real enough to touch my soul. This was so good.
June 21, 2016 at 6:22 PM
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