Scenes from Dante’s hell:
Debris fell from the ceiling as in a peeling citadel
Where dwell sisterwived patriarchs of the crown’s most distant, distended arms
Life whose occurrence actively harms actor and audience, plauditless
Utterly appalling
Galling to behold
Kept in golden holds
Dead long before old.
Mold mossing trees noble
Wobbling abhorrents who deserved abortance
Important only to Gods whose mordant humour hewed lewd visages
Like chewed liver, Ephialtes in image
Pruning old growth, take final host in church of choice, then go from Howth to seapoint
Boat going where no one knows.
Incest victims’ inverted lips and perverted ancestors
Languish painful decades in ceaseless anguish
Only admix makes mad pain vanish, hour free of panic
Living dying inside a manse, too hideous to go out
Prohibitively delicate, burnt when hoodless
World of swords, wasps and brigands
Awash with a God’s blood
Beneath one roof born and buried
Like daughters whom Fathers would protect from licentious Zeus
Coming wanton rain taking flesh pound.
Alchemisland 
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