Blue and red both arm an expansion
Desperate to maintain and hide inside
Sighs at sixty years of sanction
When a box of darkness opens wide
Despite the embargo, we’ll flip this lid
Set fire to watch the ashes emerge
Behind the masks the ravaged skins did
Weave around the desire to purge
So let’s puff away and soak in glory
The winners crush dust into the floor
The fat man claims to make the story
And blockade away forever more
Written for an AllPoetry.com assonance assignment and using the Poets and Storytellers United prompt – “a box full of darkness”, as well as The Sunday Whirl Wordle #679 – sighs fire flip ravaged blue floor emerge masks ashes soak skin weave
1994ever 
I think the world voted 187-2 to end the embargo a few days ago…! Winners crush dust into the floor seems poignant in that context…
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Rich USAsians puffing away on sanctioned products seems to typify the malaise of the country’s behaviour.
Thanks for reading and your comment 🙏
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A masterful use of all three prompts to make your sad point powerfully.
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Thanks Rosemary 🙏 I spent a longer time than usual on this one.
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OMG I wasn’t sure if it was stowaway people or cigars, but I’m guessing cigars.
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Indeed, it was just written with cigars in mind but I can see what you mean. A bigger box of darkness that would have been.
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