Tonight's Poet Corner: The Howling Room
The Howling Room
by Belinda Roddie
When you put the screamers
and the dreamers in the same space
and hand them the same blue signs
to wave over their heads like new
national anthems and mantras,
sometimes it's curious how those
so-called silly dreamers bask in
the reality while the screamers, voices
hoarse, cling to their lofty imaginations
without recognizing the vast gaping mouth
of Hell below their feet. Jump in,
but only if you'd like to be eaten alive.
by Belinda Roddie
When you put the screamers
and the dreamers in the same space
and hand them the same blue signs
to wave over their heads like new
national anthems and mantras,
sometimes it's curious how those
so-called silly dreamers bask in
the reality while the screamers, voices
hoarse, cling to their lofty imaginations
without recognizing the vast gaping mouth
of Hell below their feet. Jump in,
but only if you'd like to be eaten alive.
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