Acrostic Interviewer, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Surrender to a conspiracy
You black ravens hide in night’s shadow
Leather and spikes in the dungeon
Vesiputous rumbling silently stalking
Indigenous beasts on my flesh feeding
At 2 a.m. the owls are plotting

Pleased white night spotlight
Left dimming from grey fog’s blocking
And cloaking maddening screaming
The darkness sightless shrill of nothing
Help will not be coming

Cunning and stealthy
Underworld’s authority
The Amityville Horror

Slippery stumbling over dead bodies
You are the M.E. writing the autopsies
Lecherous gnashing fangs waiting
Voraciously nocturnal never sleeping
In front of you, arms, that of a zombie
Allegory. It’s the bat’s cave now

Plato lost his apology
Last is the hemlock Socrates drinks
At least it is over, no more pain agonies
The dawn reveals vultures
Hovering over my carcass.
(end)

An “acrostic” poem is one where the first letters of each line downward spell something, or across and down depending on format.

The title of this poem is an ode only in name to Sylvia Plath’s “The Applicant” which is a poem about how she doesn’t like how men often treat women as market chattel or an object at a department store to be inspected before purchase, to marry.

But this poem actually was written this year sometime in late September early October in the spirit of the upcoming Halloween season. The letters obviously spell out “Sylvia Plath” going down, and the three line stanza spells “Cut” going down. “Cut” is my absolute favorite poem by Sylvia Plath. The the last two stanzas spell out her name again.

It is just a fun dark seasonal poem for Halloween, not meant to be taken seriously as far as her life other than a ode to her name and talent. And a flock of ravens is commonly called a “conspiracy”.