Consequence
beget affliction.
Long drawn,
the final payment comes.
Reassured you’ll meet
The Boatman.
He’ll check hard
on your credit, Son.
No avail,
the name of “Progress”.
it was a lie
upon your tongue.
Written in the Book
every discretion;
they’ll judge you
on the monster you’ve become.
He won’t speak your name,
only beckon you
with a skeleton hand,
to board the last ride
you’ll ever know.
The curious persuasion
that calls us
all down
to watch you go.
Wave “Good-bye”.
We’re all lined up
on the shore,
watching you join
The Boatman
for a ride
to the world below.
We never knew
that you had paid
in advance
for that ride
with your soul.
That black river runs
to the place
where the damned
all go.
HG – 2021
