for danté
and virgil whence

they trespassed so

in the Inferno

’twas that was as
it was
for My Son, too

in his harrowing
of it . . .

on that Holy Saturday
when at
about 7:30

in the mourning,

mine, I
pondered, too

why, oh why
My God
hast thou forsaken

me, too?

but in no time I
would know not
to be

for My Son
had only
descended therein
long enough

to forgive those
who trespassed

against Him