Were there Hell, and were it built
with graded rings of measured fire
precisely tuned to sinners’ guilt,
surely there would be a gyre
just for those who trot about
with Jesus on their bloodless lips,
who tell the poor to do without,
the mad to get a proper grip,
who wish the ill and crippled well,
pose their own prosperity
as proof that virtue pays. Hell?
A snowball’s chance. But we’ll see.
5 comments:
Wow. "pose their own prosperity/ as proof that virtue pays." I thought I was the only one who felt that way.
I like a man who can just neatly insert 'gyre' in there as concisely as Yeats could ;)
Would that it were.
Bosch has always been a fascination.
I'll see you there
In Hell, Pundy? Or Dulwich?
Cos they ain't the same, y'know ...
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