Hell
Poem by Christopher Patrick Nelson // Art by Fernando Amaro

The smell of Hell will mingle well

With wretched men, whose flesh would fell,

In this life, wives, and loosen teeth

That stayed the steak; a purple wreath

For those who chose to clean the clothes

With bleach – and teachings woman knows:

The fame of Angels, made into

A fluff to cover what men do,

Will crack the pact of silence wide

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