Three poems by Dominic Ciolli
Hell
Upon a wide
concrete plain is Hell.
The only
sound, the damned’s collective shriek.
Boiling
flesh, the only smell
While neck
deep in a bloody creek.
Torn are the
shutters of their eyes
To burn
their minds with a fierce anxiety.
Their
tongues ripped out so they tell no lies
Of
repentance or false piety.
From this
realm there is no escape
For a soul
never returns to its holy state.
The pitch
dark sky swirls in a frightening shape,
What will be
your fate?
Purgatory
Purgatory is
a vast field
Upon which
reside the oblivious dead.
From the
barren ground, no crops will yield,
They must
subsist on moldy bread.
The gray sky
gives no light
As the
shades tremble to repent.
Eager to
escape their supposed plight
Yet to the
holy men they give no consent.
When they
have paid their soul’s debt
They turn to
the clouds and sing “God is Great!”
Now the
earthly sky falls black as jet,
What will be
your fate?
Heaven
Heaven must
be a great expanse
Of sea, blue
and green
Where atop
the waves angels dance
Above all
things, seen and unseen.
The majestic
water, with His love, serene
And clear as
crystal for those without sin.
For when
your holy soul is clean
There will
always be room at the inn.
The radiant
sun shines with diamond sparkle
Upon the glorious
gate.
Now the
earthly sky draws black as charcoal,
What will be
your fate?
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