by Mari McKee
A short poem about a visit to Purgatory
rancid metallic taste,
neurons firing frantically,
and nothingness appears.
Trembling with arms upheld,
sinking to an unearthly cell,
cognition falls apart like a tower of Jenga blocks,
reduced to incoherent Bable.
Turning into a pillar of salt,
hoping for a silent resurrection,
I watch the grains of sand
gather into a quagmire,
which is neither light nor dark.
Neither pleading, no praying are allowed
in this state of nothingness.
“See me, feel me, touch me, heal me”*
The Furies, Alecto, Megaera, Eumenides, turn their backs
As Nebuchadnezzar rages,
Horrific, beastly screams as I wait…
*Lyrics from “ Go to the Mirror Boy” from the “Tommy” album by The Who