Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Poem, "Lonely Dante"

Dante was alone.
Along golden roads
empty, and unowned
vacuous commodes.

Bustling Dis gone.
Sinners disavowed
together, not one
went on head bowed.

Earth and Hell,
that is where
we all dwell.
Does He care?

So few do know,
better to rule
together low,
rather than fool

the crowd
to pray,
quite loud
each day.

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