The Weakling: Robert E Howard
Posted on: 11 August 2006
I died in sin and forthwith went to Hell;
I made myself at home upon the coals
Where seas of flame break on the cinder shoals.
Till Satan came and said with angry yell,
“You there – divulge what route by which you fell.”
“I spent my youth among the flowing bowls,
“Wasted my life with women of dark souls,
“Died brothel-fighting – drunk on muscatel.”Said he, “My friend, you’ve been directed wrong:
“You’ve naught to recommend you for our feasts –
“Like factory owners, brokers, elders, priests;
“The air for you! This place is for the strong!”
Then as I pondered, minded to rebel,
He laughed and forthwith kicked me out of Hell.
8 Responses to "The Weakling: Robert E Howard"
2 | val
11 August 2006 at 18:40
A man who cared for his mother like Robert E. Howard must surely have gone to heaven, if there is one.
3 | Finn
11 August 2006 at 21:30
I read this earlier and I had to go away and think about it… I’m still not too sure what to say.
I must go and look in the university library to see if they have any of his work. Thanks for letting us know about his other work, Ann.
at home with ann 
11 August 2006 at 18:19
Thanks for this Ann, I hope you post some more. I actually didn’t realised Bob wrote poetry until your previous post on WWW