Introduction to Hell
“And if for some reason you need a new stone to roll,
go over there. Don’t complain about the smell.
Once a millennium, you get to visit your soul.”
It goes on. “Don’t try to count the days
until then. Here the hours don’t really pass.
You’ll have to trust us to remember to say
when it’s your time!” (That gets a big laugh.)
Some of the cooler members of the damned
stay in back, flirting, wondering if there’s action
to be had here, while the front-row types cram
desperately an endless number of regulations.
Who’s that? One guy stands apart, smiling, all alone.
It’s an old teacher of mine, feeling quite at home.