Highway Billboard
A highway billboard reads:
If you died today
would you be ready for hell?
My parents died,
I feel a distant sorrow
that grows tighter
like a vine as the years pass.
My dog dies, I shed real tears;
a sour sap pools in my gut.
Five thousand souls perish
somewhere far away -
nothing.
I suspect heaven is a tattoo
over this world’s blemishes.
Maybe Hell is just a place
for the petty and predictable -
as commonplace
as a pimple or an itch.
Maybe we just don't notice
the big sadness all around us
just the small irrelevancies.
I drive on-by fast
like I always do,
trying not to think
of my old cold heart.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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