Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Hell in a handbasket

Reflections on Hell.

I never quite knew the meaning
Of this saying
Now it seems to apply.
I join the company,
The throng,
The whole kit and caboodle.
Come to think of it
I don’t know
Where this comes from
Good words to describe
The indescribable.
Then there’s Hell
That unknown place
Some people may choose
To go
Even though the travel brochure
It may not really exist.
It’s not a place.
It’s Godless space.
It seems the only way to go there
Is in a handbasket
Whatever that is.

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