Hell sprawls before us, its
Great Stacks spew
Their constant bile,
Molten poison
Squeezed at life's end, vile
And festering in our lungs.
And we hear ourselves sigh
Clutching our God within, these
Rasping breasts
Stark-white
And naked
Ingest His wondrous light
And swell to greatness.
And we remember how to cry
As the cankerous rain burns, and
Our tired flesh rots on
Stinking frames,
He keeps promise to
Stake His claims
And deliver eternal joy.
Ha! Mengele, we know how to die!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Unique and thought provoking. I love dark poetry and this gets an easy 10 from me.