Exterminating Dante Poem by jerome moore

His body mauled by white leopards.
then scant black Wolves scatter his bones
His new journey; an eyeless search
into some humpty dumpty-like absurdity.
Dante hitching down the road to hades, waiting for the next guy, with his warnings and fearful enlightenment.
History needs a fresh page, one that can grow organically here and now with the science of earth of consciousness.
Those who are with crucified limbs stretching from Heaven to Hell, shackled by this pernisious bondage, pledging obedience to an odious faith becomming hearded abjectly to an abstract master.
indeed 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here'
I see a wheel of a knife thrower.

When mastery is hard to find
with the lie being like nightmares to justify snoring.