A Flight To Hell (To Kurt Cobain)
Poem By Aram Stefanian
At the cemetery I saw a fledgling angel weeping at a grave.
''I am late again in helping those guys who overjolt, ''
He sobbed bitterly, ''Them souls was I supposed to save.
I am always incapable, sluggish, and ain't worth my salt.''
I said, ''Now, it's all right.Cool off! What can I do for you? ''
He gave me a weird look asking, ''Could you fly with me to hell?
If we free the captive souls, my Lord will give you his due.
If we don't hurry up, the souls won't be saved by the bell.
I cannot pass thru the gates of hell: my light may cause alarm.
As soon as I turn you invisible, the demons won't spot you.
Don't trust them shape-shifters willing to do you harm.''
I was freaked but agreed, waiting for him to give me the cue.