There's a lot of allusions to Dante's Inferno in the poem below. Its title is taken from the first lines of the book, where Dante finds himself lost, alone in a dark wood, in the middle of life.
I sort of feel like that this evening. Lost, alone in a very dark place.
Alone in a Dark Wood
by: Martin Achatz
The night roosts like a murder
Of crows in the November jack pines.
I stare into the moonless void.
In the bracken, something watches.
I feel its eyes on my face,
Imagine it crouched in the grass,
Chuffing frost. If I lunge, I could
Crush it against my chest. If I stand still,
It could disappear in the midnight fog.
I hear movement, like the whisper of ant legs,
A slender, black icicle of sound. I listen
For more, a car or the wind or the whine
Of a bear cub. Where is Virgil to guide me
Away from the dark gaze
Of this skunk or fox or she-wolf?
Where is his dim hand to hold,
His voice, distant as the stars,
Commanding, "Follow," leading
Through this wood where Beatrice
Has abandoned me, alone and wounded?
I listen again. An owl wails.
A rabbit darts to dirt and roots.
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