Hell isn’t empty
it’s just off kilter. The schemers and the treacherous
marginalized to make room for the brutal, the vulgar
and the blood-simple. Here on top we adore our devils,
the ones they keep sending and the ones we engineer
ourselves. We buy them every shade of royal want,
whisper innuendo and a blessing to blackmail.
Today a squadron formation of flying contagion.
Tomorrow a centipede parade.
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
Sara Clancy is a Philadelphia transplant to the Southwest. Her chapbook Ghost Logic won the 2017 Turtle Island Quarterly Editors Choice Award. Among other places, her poems have appeared in Off the Coast, The Linnet's Wings, Crab Creek Review, The Madison Review, Misfit Magazine, Avatar Review and Verse Wisconsin. She lives in the desert with her husband, their dog, two ordinary cats and a psychotic cross-eyed one.
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