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.