Lying in my bunk,
the chattering teeth
sound like hail stones
bouncing off a tin roof.
But it's not hailing here.
No, not here in Hell.
Here in Hell it's putting down
a hefty December snow.
*Since when does it snow
in Hell?*
It's summer in Hell.
*That must be when it snows
in Hell.*
Outside,
warm tangerine glow
and circling spotlights,
like blood-driven sharks,
illuminate the dead sky.
Two chimneys tower
over the grounds like
erupting brick volcanoes.
I open the window
to capture a snowflake.
One wobbles lethargically
into my palm and crumbles
into white ash...
*Arbeit Macht Frei...
Free as a snowflake
in the summer breeze*.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
Lying in my bunk,
the chattering teeth
sound like hail stones
bouncing off a tin roof.
But it's not hailing here.
No, not here in Hell.
Here in Hell it's putting down
a hefty December snow.
*Since when does it snow
in Hell?*
It's summer in Hell.
*That must be when it snows
in Hell.*
Outside,
warm tangerine glow
and circling spotlights,
like blood-driven sharks,
illuminate the dead sky.
Two chimneys tower
over the grounds like
erupting brick volcanoes.
I open the window
to capture a snowflake.
One wobbles lethargically
into my palm and crumbles
into white ash...
*Arbeit Macht Frei...
Free as a snowflake
in the summer breeze*.
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