SANDBOX IN HELL

SANDBOX IN HELL

Imagine that you are Sisyphus
Not pushing the rock but in a sandbox
Really not many likenesses except
What powers may be have doomed you there
From now until the rest of whatever

The trick is this sandbox has no bottom
Nothing under that shit but a way out
6 inches beneath your big dumb feet
Nothing but a change of scenery

You’ve been given a flat-nosed shovel
You’re on your hands you’re on your knees
You’ve choked way up the shovel-handle
You could cut through the ceiling below

Maintaining the level sand around you
You’re diligent in senseless effort
You motor your perpetual doom
You’re in this eternity you’re in it
On your hands and on your knees
You bring about your own impulsion
You’re in the sandbox with yourself
Till all the lights at last go out
Till maybe even after that

Such is the hell I fear I live out