The Church of Dante Fiasco


Dante Fiasco
He decided to build a new tower of Babel
Fill it with monkeys
Teach them to speak
He didn’t care if it took a week or a year
He would have hanging gardens from the spires
Tended by naked gardening boys
He would train those monkeys to dig
With solid silver shovels
Polished by the captured Austro-Hungarian army
To dig directly down
Deep into the earth below the tower
Until the fallen angel would have to take notice
Of Dante Fiasco
He wanted to meet the fallen one
And offer him a soul for a question
He had tried to call him up through nights ink
But nothing happened
The monkeys dug and earth was swept up
The journalists came to see what was happening
Simple lies were told the police were called
Contracts were signed opposition was refused
The support was forced into resignation
The Vatican had no understanding
And the metropolis was not modern
Poor Dante Fiasco he had forgotten one thing
No one was there to mop the mess
The soil was unclean and had not been sifted for slander
The pile slowly grew and on top of that a forest seeded
Vines slowly pulled at the towers foundations
And it crumbled into the hole
Trapping Dante Fiasco and his monkeys
In the passage way to hell
He, their leader lead the way to curiosity’s voice
And when Lucifer finally took notice of the Italian architect
He asked him what he wanted
Dante asked him a simple question, it was one of love and hurt and lies and the pulse as thunder
The Devil was suitably impressed and asked what was his in return for the answer
Dante Fiasco gestured to his army of monkeys, shovels in their hands dirt on their brows
The Devil smiled and proceeded tell an answer of truth and broken promises, of curses and love and uncomplicated situations, of the pulse as thunder
He then smiled at the Italian and grimaced at the monkeys
He told the monkeys to stand in a row as he branded their souls with his signature
The leader of the monkeys turned to Dante and cursed him
Dante merely smiled, he turned, and walked back toward the entrance of the tunnel
He knew the answer, and he knew how to unplug the tunnel’s entrance
He walked onto the earth’s surface and found a forest growing out of the fallen towers turrets
He built another city from the wreck and called it Babylon
Where a new breed of monkey baked their bread and grew their beliefs
Dante Fiasco grew to be a respected old man, for he knew the answer of the pulse as thunder
And on the day that he died the people cheered for they did not fear his soul entering the abyss
It would be entering the other dimension
And it did
Yet he did not count it was ruled by the monkey miners he had sold to Satan
And their leader on seeing the soul of Dante told him that there was no place for him in this paradise
But that was ok with Dante he never liked monkeys anyway
So he walked out and was last seen selling drugs to miners outside the Church of St Fiasco…

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