With a Hellish Splash
the miraculous alcoholics, liquid exorcists,
armed with forty raining days and nights of noah’s ark,
flood hades with waterslides, hell yes they do,
until the stark, fiery thereafter
transforms into adventure waterpark.
drooping souls do superloops through rivers of woe.
tantalus tantalizes us so as he glides by
on flumed and chuted ride,
waving with champagne glass in hand. charon merely rows
formerly tormented souls to frivolity.
the dead take a deep breath
then cannnonball into lethe.
hades must admit the melting ski resort theme
at hell’s furthest outskirts is a slick, flames-licking touch.
the miraculous alcoholics can’t help slipping down
dripping mountainsides just for fun, and very much
like to pretend they’re drunken ski instructors
slaloming uncontrollably through hell.
weary, they stay deeply asleep, trapped
in avalanche: tucked away in fake snowbound château,
lost household which continually slides downhill.
Photo by Hamed Masoumi