"The Ceiling of Stretched Faces"

This poem is showing the world my vision of Hell!

When I look above, I see their stretched faces
There are so many skin colors and so many races

An enitre millennium fills the room
And another millennium begins to bloom

Oh, their horror, their terror makes me shudder!
Not one word am I able to utter!

When I shut my eyes,
I wonder how those souls survive

I am now pleased to live in one of Hell's cages
Instead of among the ceiling of stretched faces

Copyright 2004 Bernard Glass