Hard, breakable crawling shells
Scuttling across the powdery sand of time,
Boiling in mum’s curried pot of
Why are they writhing in painful
A heated river of blood, with
merciful sprigs of coriander?
Violence against others,
Must call for no need of justification- or must it,
when the voiceless are preyed upon by
seized, whipped and cooked?
I, with the body of a man,
Must’ve sprouted the head and tail of a bull,
to be stirring and guarding these
sinful, hardened criminals. But,
I’m no perpetrator.
I’m just a beast ensuring that
the law of reparation is served,
My only intention is to appease a perfect
and morally pure,
The poem is based upon the seventh circle in Dante’s Inferno, Violence.
The Seventh circle is separated into three parts, Violence against others, Violence against self and Violence against God. Those who acted with violence against others are boiled in the river of blood (The Phlegethon).
The circle is guarded by a minotaur, possessing the body of a man and the head and tail of a bull.