Everlasting Godfire
I wish that God had killed the angels whom
He sent to Sodom and Gomorrah, not
The men–the husbands, fathers, sons in bloom
Of youthful beauty, bachelors with hot
Prospects–and not the women, children, mules,
And donkeys, braying in the brimstone fire.
If He had killed those angels in the pools
Of flame, had let them wallow in the mire
Of conflagration torture, their deaths would
Have been more fair. They would have known the score–
Since they could easily have understood
The bastard God Father they two worked for.
Still, God enjoyed the stench, savored the smell.
Besides, it was target practice for Hell.