dante wrote about heaven and hell
things he presumed to know very well
in his smooth and elegant rhymes
he chronicled all things and all times
he knew the living and the dead
all were lined up in his head
saints and sinners, early and late
he assigned them each a fate
and when the final judgment sounds
and st peter makes his last go round
and the check is cashed for the human race
no smile will flit across dante's face
as he stands beneath old eden's tree
unfazed by any mystery -
all very edifying, no doubt
but what did he really think about?
i bet dante had some folks back home
and a little gal he could call his own
and a faithful dog who trotted by his side
and a favorite chair by the fireside
a home cooked meal and a hearty brew
a good cigar would be welcome too
when curfew tolled at the end of day
heaven and hell would be far away
