A Message From Hell
A light summer rain falls across distant blue mountains.
I have a pretty cottage by a winding stream.
This evening I recline in a garden chair
on a sloping lawn.
I merely need to think of a Martini
and here it is at my side,
a full glass and a dish of fresh green olives.
Lots of folks I had known in my earth existence are here,
old girlfriends of course,
chums from my youth,
work associates, pals from the golf and gun club.
In fact, I can’t think of anyone
that died and did not end up here.
Strange but I like a few more now,
then I ever did back then.
We are all younger and look splendid.
I guess that Hades is not quite what you,
who still walk that inclement
chaotic Earth imagined it might be,
but I can assure you,
that you have nothing to fear
should you find yourself in this realm.
However, I cannot vouchsafe
for your continued happiness
should you choose to be
in that place some have imagined to be heaven.
I’m told that the food is awfully plain
and the décor, by and large, uninspired.
You will also need much patience
to abide with the harp playing toadies,
the self-help grifters,
the compulsive do-gooders,
the many fake guru’s and the religious zealots
who I’m told run a very tight ship.
All the best, and remember we all have a choice
regarding which reality we wish to be true for us.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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