Inferno 42 - a poem

[Peder]

Inferno 42

There's a place, not far
from the Crossroads of the World
half a block
maybe
between seventh and eighth
on forty second
a huge cavern
four stories deep, maybe six
kept from collapsing by huge steel beams
in all directions
completely underground
with escalators
angling upward downward
all directions
connecting all levels,
and people,
people coming people going
from level to level
suddenly descending
past your shoulder
more sharply angled
down toward lower levels
as if in a hurry
but no
the same mechanical speed
matching stolid
to your stolid
while you go forward
toward middling level
and then
some rise
right out of nowhere
up toward
the heights above
right on past
your forward gaze,
The People of Earth
always down there out of sight
in maelstrom
never at
The Crossroads of the World
so near and yet so far
away.

peder
6/21/14

 

[stigmaticman]

really cool!

I like everything about it, and, most of all, the imagery used. The descriptions are uncanny. And what an imagination!

give yourself a pat on the back... I read it 4 times! It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

 

[Peder]

really cool!

I like everything about it, and, most of all, the imagery used. The descriptions are uncanny. And what an imagination!

give yourself a pat on the back... I read it 4 times! It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

Stigmaticman,

I am completely overwhelmed by you appreciation. I don't think I have ever received such praise for anything in my life.
And thank you so much for rereading it.
Many, many many thanks.
Peder

 

[stigmaticman]

my pleasure

I say what I mean, and mean what I say.