Screwtape is alive and well
and living in my head
instead of writing letters to Dear Wormwood
is composing letters to my soul:
every day as I come into my office
Screwtape begins the daily letter – remember
you can tell that life is meaningless
so go surfing on the Internet
to find an anchor for you mind
and see what you can find on esoteric matters
Screwtape knows my fear of boredom
and my worries on modern serfdom
our enslavement to technology
in this our modern technocratic life
so he attacks me at my weakest point
Screwtape was described by C. S. Lewis
I wonder if he knew him well
whether he also had to fight
the need to visit the invisible realms
to help him through the world of sight
Screwtape will not let me go
I have sold my soul
to the glories of the underworld
strange theories and great mysteries
anything to escape
From the world I know!
An honest reflection... As per the last stanza/line: consider, then, going to the world that God knows (and created) ... He is the ultimate in what is visible and what is not. A great write, this...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was in the play Dear Wormwood. I think the character I played was Slumtrumpet, does that sound right?