Bus Stop: A Comment on The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis
by Lindsay Camarillo
One little town,
All dreary and grey
When neighbors argued
They just moved away.
Empty, Deserted
Impartial, Unkind
They don't care for those
They had left behind.
Dusk through the dawn
And dusk through the day
Dusk throughout nighttime
It all stayed that way.
Save for a bus stop
Hid way in the streets
To a place were people
Fight for their seats.
A place that sparkled
Simmered and shone
A place were your body
Was no longer your own.
A beautiful meadow
Or so it would seem
A place like something
You'd see in a dream.
"Ghosts!" was the cry
You took up once there
And could see through the passengers
As though they were air
Ghosts in life
In that grey little town
Ghosts they were waiting
To go Up or Down
Met by those
Who hurt them in life
Met by those
Unhampered by strife
Solid and happy
They sought you by hand
And wished to lead you
Up too their homeland
But most of the ghosts
Did not wish to stay
Nearly all left
To go back to grey
All but for one
Dear, brave little you
Now you shall see
Paradise too.