CXCIV: on two good friends who came to me by night

We watched a movie in the old hotel

where we all used to work before the day

the enemy reclaimed this little hell,

and you two had the sense to get away.

But I’m still here, and here to hell you came,

to visit me in all the woes I wade.

You gave me joy, as if it were the same

as when by hellish bosses we were paid.

So there might just be something to the thought

that Jesus visits souls down in the Dark.

You didn’t cast me off as one of naught,

so why would he to whom the angels hark?

If you can find me in this dismal place,

perhaps the damned can find the Lord’s embrace.