In Purgatory


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Limbo, where queues reach toward
the infinite to form a mathematical
construct of hypothetical proportions.
The restless dead, awaiting judgment,
fidgeting impatiently as eternity
unfolds gradually, their expressions
strained, their gazes locked onto
the Great Beyond, emotionless, yet
somehow familiar. As if they’d met
each other many times on a street
in the corporeal plane or had perished
arm in arm. Faces frozen at the hour
of death. An incomprehensible death,
which too unfolded, very slowly.

Bruce McRae, a Canadian musician, came to poetry late but has enjoyed a large number of publications in the past 10 years, recently gaining airplay for his poems and songs in the U.K., Australia and the U.S.A. The So-Called Sonnets, is his first book, which this audio poem is an excerpt from. More information can be found on his website: