It would seem that someone's curse, I don't know whose,
Has propelled me onto a boat, and thrust me from it to
The shore of this accursed land, last home of angels
Whirled out of heaven, kids found chewing gum in
School, and sundry wretches of my ilk: progenitors
Of feckless children who see nothing wrong with leaving
Their own children in my care. Am I in hell? Please ask
Again. I cannot hear your query over their relentless
Caterwauling. Satan's caught my eye. He laughs. "Now
You are learning what I know, that there's no pathway
Back to heaven. You may never understand who cast
You out or why they did, but you can see your fate is
Fixed. You'll suffer here with me."