HELL Poem by ILIAS FOUKIS
HELL
The dead
often quarrel among themselves
because in a world as large
as theirs
someone has to be dominant.
Fortunately they then immediately realize
that they have no soul
and allow themselves to be besieged
by the conviction
that it is pointless to quarrel
from within such standard tranquility.
This Biblical virtue
stands there like a kind of Sky
over their own World
calm...in control and Holy
like a Paradise at the summit of Hell
which continues to govern them
without being enraptured
by the distant star
of the Second Coming.
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