In the hell built for the rich
The idle rich, and the angry rich
Do their dance in the river styx.
How I can see it,
But the translator cannot.
In fact, nobody has ever found it before.
Probably because a poet knows their poetry.
And we know why it’s written.
While Plato lambasted us for not being credible
I found poetry is not our catalog of factoids
But rather the history of our moral knowledge.
