Child Cemetery: Poetry of Jeffrey Merk
It’s more profitable to go to Hell
With full knowledge of this single pig’s pain,
And the gas-chamber that he learned at last,
That made him sleep before his throat was slit,
Then breathe the air of Heaven unknowing.
For you will look-up from the Iron Floor,
And see the Star of Hell, and a thousand
Bombers flying in formation, in your time.
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