Poetry from Chloe Schoenfeld

Maniacal Drama

Extremism to its extreme

The iliad twice over

Yet missing more than

A hundred thousand soldiers

There's a killer on the loose

The new pennywise

The curtains haven't closed yet

This story isn’t near its end

Quiet panic

Tension is high

Cross your fingers and

Pray there's no encore

No more-

Chekhov's gun is on the wall

“La forza del destino”

Graffitied on the bathroom stall

The spotlight’s gone dark

The lead is dead

We pity the poor soul

Who found the queen’s head

The show must go on

Sanity is hanging on by just a thread

Everything’s gone wrong

And the stage is half set

We’re only in act three

Nobody knows where the prop manager went

Iago is carrying the head of Marie Antoinette

Exit stage left

Keep your eye on the apron-

The hit list is too long

Suspicion is high

Biases are burning

Don’t blink

It’s all a lie

Romeo is dead now

So is Snow White

Mufasa has fallen

Spock said goodbye

And Rose couldn’t save

Her poor young lover’s life

The audience is cheering

It all looked so authentic

News reports nineteen civilians have gone missing