POEM
Agueros, Jack
POEM Jack Agiieros Sonnet on the Location of Hell 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...
...Don't they Look like Jesus freshly deposed, twisted and limp like Licorice in the lap and arms of His Holy Mother Mary...
...how to get others out of there...
...Worriers listen: Neither God nor rabbit's feet can stamp these fires out For Hell is our holy arms folded, our holy voice silent...
...Haven't you seen the sudden dumping of human beings On all the streets and tunnels of our city...
...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 Helpless with the silent flame of rust...
Vol. 60 • April 1996 • No. 4
