Short Hacksaw Poems

Hacksaw…

	Obliteration within;

		Scream the shame---

			Make it a nightmare:

		Walking zombie,

	Destroy imagination…

Annihilated.

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Something Different" contest...

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Love and Slaughter
 
Sheep are by a goat while
cattle are like swine, prodded, yet 
cattle go by hammer while
swine are by the hind leg hung
then swung about to spigot.
Quicker, infinitely cleaner, is
the hacksaw of sweet Susan’s laughter.  
 
Donal Mahoney...

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QUARTER HOUR PENNY THEATRE


Where is my muse?
When I am a puppet
With no puppeteer
I wore out my shoes
Dancing alone
No strings attached


Scissors on a stage
Cutting a rug
Pen upon a page
Hacksaw in a cage
Sobriety is a drug
Hard to free yourself


I must amuse myself
The audience went home
The lights went down
All of the warmth I felt
Became the cold I know
In the dark, empty theatre...

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Its chain cut again…
   the demon is loose

Deep into the night,
  she hunts darker truths

The hallway’s back stairs,
  her favorite retreat

Pending daylight’s return,
  when her bite becomes weak

Then she staggers back wounded
  to shadows that call

Old blood trails lead silent  
  down that dark lonely hall

Where a door is rechained,
  and its lock fastened tight

 Until a hacksaw appears
    —with the next moonless night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)...

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Its chain cut again,
   the demon is loose

Deep into the night,
  she hunts darker truths

The hallway’s back stairs
  her favorite retreat

Until daylight will threaten,
  and her bite becomes weak

Then she staggers back wounded
  inside shadows that call

Old blood trails now leading  
  to that dark lonely hall

Where a door is rechained
  and its lock fastened tight

 Until a hacksaw appears
   —with the next moonless night

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)...

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