Poem: We're On The Road To Hell

[Stegiel]

What if a much

of a which of a wind"

what if a much of a which of a wind

gives the truth to summer's lie;

bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun

and yanks immortal stars awry?

Blow king to beggar and queen to seem

(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)

– when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,

the single secret will still be man

what if a keen of a lean wind flays

screaming hills with sleet and snow:

strangles valleys by ropes of thing

and stifles forests in white ago?

Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind

(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)

– whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,

it's they shall cry hello to the spring

what if a dawn of a doom of a dream

bites this universe in two,

peels forever out of his grave

and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

Blow soon to never and never to twice

(blow life to isn't; blow death to was)

– all nothing's only our hugest home;

the most who die, the more we live

Cummings

[Jerry]

Thanks for this. It's clearly thought and well expressed.

[Cairn - mutual eye-rolling]

I don't usually read poetry, but this is both funny and true