The dark half of the narrows,
the space where fair game
is the sick definition of
the secrets men keep,
predators play dead.
In a black wind strike the brethren
of skin trade resurrect from shadows
to chain innocence to horror.
Along the edge of America true evil
shape-shifts through penthouse to city street
growing wealth from a graveyard of fallen angels.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
These are the book titles I chose from Margaret's list to create my poem:
True Evil
The Dark Half
Fair Game
Play Dead
Skin Trade
The Secrets Men Keep
Black Wind
The Narrows
Fallen Angels
Along the Edge of America
"Predators play dead"....ain't that the truth! This is dark, powerful, and brilliantly written Susie!
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ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Susie!
This reads so well. It is a pity that there is so much truth in it.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Old Egg.
ReplyDeleteThat seemed easy for you. That all came together nicely.
ReplyDeleteAmerica's and other nation's blight. The numbers are staggering. You've used your titles very well.
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Such a chilling voice in this poem,Susie.. The prospects seem very dire indeed! A brave poem for showing the underside of 'everything is okay'.
ReplyDeleteThese lines very powerful, Susie:
ReplyDelete‘Along the edge of America true evil
shape-shifts through penthouse to city street
growing wealth from a graveyard of fallen angels.’
I agree with Kerry about the chilling voice.
This is incredibly stark and powerful, Susie! Especially resonate with; "predators play dead." Though darkness, despair and evil exists there is always light and good to combat it. Peace will prevail! Amen 💖💖
ReplyDeleteOh WOW. There is a powerful message in this poem, Susie. I especially resonate with the chaining of innocence to horror. Some hard lives being lived out there along the edge of the American nightmare.
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