A Birdie Friend In Hell

A Birdie Friend In Hell Hell is not an empty place but there is endless pain When you enter, there are no exit signs The real estate is not for sale It is paid for with your soul A billion miles of granite rock lands on you Compressing you in place, to wait, and wait some more Billions of miles away from other souls you stay There are no parties either A tiny anemic birdie is perched atop the endless rock There to rescue you, (If it does not die of illness or old age Or some other dangers imposed by nature) After 30 trillion years it removes a fraction of a layer With its tiny beak, tweet tweet, removes perhaps a grain or two The giant granite mountain of a rock holds fast and true After 5 million years, another trillion miles of rock are added Piled on top, the original billion miles of rock Not as an act of futility but for your discomfort We pray you understand and forgive us for such measures As for the birdie; is it still alive? He struggles and takes a feeble breath We pray that he won’t expire Who will dig you out from all those miles? 12/05/14 -Dark and Deep (old poems only) - Poetry Contest - Sponsored by: SKAT A