The Gates

The Gates

A Poem by Marshall


Swinging slowly in the aftermath of sin
the gates swung on well oiled hinges
those who rushed in had baggage to hide
those who didn't stood in the q
waiting turns at redemption.

The devil popped his  horns around the corner
shouting names from a list- nobody answered.
But peter, that guy, without capital spellings
had this great book of columns
yet a few stepped out of line, hands 
in the air of ownership.

Purgatory had hand-painted signage
further down
and those who claimed no heaven
or hell quietly formed a third Q
waiting to let themselves in here
for all eternity.

'at least in this place'said one young fella
'you can slow cook, like a tender bbq
and watch the dancing girls
swirl around on the tables
balancing between sin
and eternal innocent happiness'

I immediately joined this 
long healthy line of thinkers
philosophers and charlatans!

Author Notes

Its true. Believe me!

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago


© 2014 Marshall


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Added on October 15, 2014
Last Updated on October 21, 2014

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Marshall
Marshall

Auckland, Manukau City, New Zealand



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