Sunday, January 27, 2008
A Hope In Hell
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.