The Joy of Limbo  

Gomorrah's streets are streaked with blood, while
Old Sisyphus rolls on his battered rock.
On his cross the son of God cries out. Vile,
Drowning his austere, soldiers stand to mock.

Look how Sodom has taken its lesson:
Once there was laughter, now all is grief.
Raving, we strive to touch the setting sun.
Don't, sit on your stones, let go your belief.

Grace is tempting, but cast in a dream
Of charming Elysiums,  mythical scenes.
Drift on the breeze, float from the skies,

Woe is more peaceful than beauty that lies.
Head dangled low, rest to the tomb;
Your personal sirens love only doom.

       -Donald Covin