The Elysium Field Poem by vince gullaci

The Elysium Field



The Elysium Field
awaits us
assails the senses
with smell
blank stares
at the end
of the line
the waiting in purgatory
for heaven or hell.

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glen still 24 August 2007

or we could just wind up with just ourselves...how many people could handle that?

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