BUCK
What a grotesque nightmare
Massive macabre mansions
Apparently owned by my dead Grandfather Buck
We toured the estates in silence
Below us
Mired in polluted green muck
Garishly similar to pus
Thousands of screaming souls
Blood curdling shrieks
“Please help me”!!!!!!
Torment filled their desperate eyes
My instinct was to reach for their hand
My dear namesake elder
His aged etched face
Grimaced in sadness
He simply shook his head
“NO”
Nonexistent words
We walked along in deathly hush
As if He were giving me an admonition
The damned
Those my spirit bleeds for daily
A span of misery and dolor
Arriving in conglomeration
This bleeding heart within me
Helpless
Impuissant
The time had come for judgment
The journey
Has only just begun
Job 26:4-6 (King James Version)
King James Version (KJV)
Public Domain
4To whom hast thou uttered words? and whose spirit came from thee?
5Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof.
6Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering.
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006
