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Contorted Sister Detector


03.27.20 Posted in today's words by

Steven Minchin’s most recent poem to appear here was “Out Shaking” (January 2020).

Contorted Sister Detector
By Steven Minchin

refusing to tell you why they’re there

they sway and twist
if contorted the right way
they themselves could have
spelled out DSS in flesh and fabric
a line of nuns a hundred long
each setting off the metal detector
as they float through
alarms and glares bloat their aura

no habit flutters under glares
and nods and forward movement
moves rivers of pious feet

moving alarm’s away
servants used to brushing the floor with their flesh
and handing their sole belongings
to the only men in the room
in higher uniform in various fazes of alarm
in the end undetected

one after one they pass on



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