So Many Hells, a poem by Douglas J Imbrogno at Spillwords.com

So Many Hells

So Many Hells

written by: Douglas John Imbrogno

 

there are so many
hells on earth, we need
no fantastical lake of fire

churned into mind by the ire
of the latest white man to
don ornate red silk and

proclaim you have crossed
his version of ‘God’ and, thus,
are doomed to his version of

doom. But wait, now he has
doffed his white scapular,
for his religion has crashed &

burned again, it no longer
pays the bills as it once did
when he held the keys to its

kingdom. Now, he wears a
suit, a tie, maybe a jaunty red
beret, in his run for earthly power

of a less heavenly sort, but
power all the same and likewise
offering him dominion over all,

the keys, again—to the vault, the
Inner Sanctum, the best view, the
side trip to Paris for the latest

clothes. The balcony from which
—just like he used to—gaze down at
the masses with a bulky silver icon

on a chain round his reddening,
fattening neck. Now, he signs off
his executions and diktats with a

pen instead of an encyclical,
a different sort of holy writ, but
bloody good just the same.

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