Jorgensen 1 Mackenzie Jorgensen World Lit I Mary Longo 26 Apr 2011 The Inferno: A Parody A B A At the start of my journey

through adulthood, I came to a dark campus - a brick pathway lead ahead for me to follow, but deviate I could.

B C B

But I shall fear not for bright is the day My future lies in dear Father Schlegel s hands Who ll be sure to lead me not astray

C D C

On this path with such academic demands. Down the brick we walk into Limbo, down yonder similar as anywhere, nothing special, no sands

D E D

to sink your toes in. Instead souls here wonder about the mall, nothing to do nor anything to say only having memories at Creighton to ponder.

E F E

The dead here relive memories of tournaments, which often got in the way Of all the course work they wished they could do. No more sunshine, No more playing down the fairway

Jorgensen 2 F G F Just wandering in silence with the old crew. Onward we went, Schlegel leading the way down Into the second circle of Hell, where suddenly bodies flew

G H G

past. No smiles here, on each face instead a frown. Their lives dedicated previously to slumber through classes, lost in thought but Playstation bound

H I H

Mumbled Papa Schlegs, in talking about their blunder. Eternity they now spend running endlessly; a paper a day is their storm, thoughts like rumbling thunder

I J I

echoing loud for all to hear, required to write flawlessly these assignments out of pure creation. Schlegel took hold of my hand, and effortlessly

J K J

strode ahead to show me the next sinful station, which, according to him, upset him the most. Here sits those who disrespected the tradition,

K L K

obligation was their attitude, never a celebration or toast to the Most High who sits on the throne. Father shed a tear as he watched them receive the Host

that chocked their throats, bread old and hard as stone.

Jorgensen 3 M L Others that I saw, sat glued to the pews mouths open In loud song. Blue in the face from belting this tone

M N M

that once uttered in vain His name. Loosen your tongue, and you ll end up here warned Father Schlegel, as he strode ahead. Now what would happen?

N O N

Further down the mall we circled through a narrow passage, rather crawling now up a staircase. We emerged to what looked like an old tattered library with books missing. The dead gather

O P O

around us, arms outstretched: their arms appeared cooked and blistered. What s wrong? Who are they? I asked Father Schlegs. Don t you see? Have you looked?

P Q P

He replied. It was then I noticed that each did not have eye sight, let alone any eyes. It was then I could see no books were on the shelves. Piping hot food they ushered towards my

Q R Q

face, serving me and Schlegs the food as they continue to stir the magma. I saw they were now blind to their studies and aware of each other and lack of service as an err

R S

while alive. The fear alive in me caused me to worry for my buddies who often had their eyes solely on their work.

Jorgensen 4 R I had to get out of there this was too much seeing bodies

S T S

being tormented for what before was a joy, and did not irk. Hell went further still, and now silence overcame us. We came to a deep, wide and rancid pit, overlooking a see a jerk

T U T

I had once known, remembering him puking on the bus to that date party. Figures, I think to myself, seeing all the naked bodies swimming together in a fuss

U V U

over the body heat, sweat and puke and that was steaming from the pit. Father Schlegel had grown incredibly quiet in viewing the pit I failed to think these students being

V W V

his students at one point. I wanted to get out of this riot and go back to where I belonged, with living people who laughed, smiled and sang. Not with kids with a striate

W X W

heart of sin and misery. Around the pit we wound, a steeple like form, upside down, growing to a point we had to squeeze through to get to the very bottom. I couldn t see people

X Y X

right away, but could feel a cold and strong breeze blow past my skin. Peering far into the center of what seems like a giant bird nest, I freeze

Jorgensen 5 Y Z Y as a chill runs along my spine. Satan, pleased to see anyone enter his giant birdnest. His golden talons gripped a select few who I could not recognize. His beak was stout and center

A B A

of my attention I would not want a limb of mine for him to chew. Around him were hundreds of bluejay eggs, and inside students were frozen, never to escape, no need for adieu.

B C B

May this be a testimony to you, Father Schlegel cried over the gusting winds, That you may stay on the path, live righteously with the knowledge that God is in whom you confide.