A Fanatic's Face
His face is ugly
as his creed,
rigid as his rituals,
and black as the dark ages,
with a Paleolithic look,
but he doesn’t realize.
His sneer is
a reflection of bigotry.
He slaughters smile
for being tender.
His frown is fathomless
as his fanaticism.
There’s
an imminent
communal carnage
behind his buffalo visage.
First appeared in The Literary Hatchet
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