Let’s cut the poetics, Dante,
and let’s pick up the pace, please.
Do you know where we are?
Do you know where I am right now
and what I’m doing for you, Dante?
We are in Hell.
I am in Hell.
And I’m here to take you to Lucifer’s frozen ring
Through the literal planes of torment
Because I owed some woman a favor.
I saved you in those woods, Dante.
I am guiding you on a path to salvation
So could you at least do me the favor of not stopping
Whenever curiosity takes hold to ask me what’s going on?
I am saving your soul, Dante.
You have a soul that can be saved.
You were born with the privilege of being baptized
And you were going to throw paradise away.
I was born without baptism.
I lived a pure life as any.
And how was I rewarded?
Not even a chance to go to Heaven like you, Dante,
I was sent to the first ring of Hell for what I believed.
You turn to me
And ask me to bottle up all of the horrors from this existence
Into a digestible morsel
But do you not understand that I am as human as you are?
I have seen the deaf and blind bathe in an endless sea of shit.
I have seen lovers blown in an endless wind for the sin of passion.
I have seen men eternally drowning in boiling blood
And you expect me to know why this is all here?
I do not know, Dante,
I do not know why there is so much suffering here
Because torture works in mysterious ways
And I, a poet, have the duty to help others pass through
This torture that I do not even understand.
Now, Dante, the sixth ring is upon us.
Please, let us quickly get to the ninth
And get out of this God damned place!