John and the people


What if John could finally fulfill himself in hell—
where he could kill immortal people over and over,
forever, only for them to rise again from the ashes,
like Sisyphus pushing his rock uphill,
again and again, in his endless search for meaning?

John and all the bad guys who murdered innocent people,
finally brought together for eternity—
a perfect little circle of hell.






Poetry by Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-09-10 at 05:13

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Rob Graber
Reminds me of "The Heaven of Animals," by James Dickey. Good company, and good job!

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42711/the-heaven-of-animals
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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like a fun time
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