Charaon’s Boat
Sink with souls
Floating dangerously low in the Styx.
Styx’s banks crowded with death
Cerberus guards them – awaits their turn.
Anubis’ scales work
Overtime – teeter- tottering
Hearts
Reapers over work
And so are Hermes’ wings
And So, the judges three.
Peters gates stands a long line.
Reapers as overworked as
Much as their
Life ‘saving’ counterparts
Over – run-ning
- On short supply
Shortage ever-growing.
And always choosing
To which receives the
Scarce supplies.
Unclaimed masses
Filed into refrigerated trucks
Escorted to
Mass catacombs
--unamed—unclaimed
Many—dying ‘alone’
Connected by
Lagging video calls
- goodbye. –
Normalcy, an illusional dream
Never returned to the masses
Families losing loved ones
And dreams.
Lost-new normalcy
For the masses.
About the Creator
R.R.Hannaman
I have been writing a lot of stories and poems for a long time. It is nice to have a place to share it. I like to write about varying topics in my poem. I am constantly working on my world building and stories about my world Avaboya.
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