Sonnet on the location of hell.

• Author: Agueros, Jack
• Position: Poem

You worry about hell: Where it is and what it looks

Like; how far you should go to safely peek at it;

What to do to avoid it; how to get others out of there.

Haven't you seen the sudden dumping of human beings

On all the streets and tunnels of our city? Don't they

Look like Jesus freshly deposed, twisted and limp like

Licorice in the lap and arms of His Holy Mother Mary?

Jesus was dead only momentarily, as these men and

Women are, but there are no holy arms eyes or mothers

To cry and cradle these dead until their resurrection.

We have made this grotesque Hell on Earth and burn the

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