From the Book of Dante

To summon the necessary Allegory Zebras,
Pasta Imbroglio swallowed the bruised
Globe module
And cracked a frosted ampoule.
When the first futile Gulump
Knelt and felt the vibrations
Within the divining funnel of mortitude,
His life became forfeit and the cone
Was passed to the second.
Another five days and Pasto
Forgave the second with a
Positive sighting and so he flung
The funnel wide out over a
Canyon until it flattened out
And caucused the wind
Then zeroed on the lead
Zebra, a portentous mare, a
Rippled and foamy masthead
Breaking through to the beach
After harrowing the Gap
Of Turpitude.
The funnel spent, Captain Imbroglio
Unfurled his cord of flags and
Transferred power to
The Mouth of Allegory,
Became vice colonel Imbroglio and
Landed his fleet into the
Cove of Pasto, hauled
Over the beach on felled
Trees by the power of
A dozen hundred Galumps
Through a
Wide swath of cut woods,
Done so by the
Serrated bone-arms of a
Dozen hundred more industrious
Galumps, all forfeit to
The excursion, whim of the
Mouth of Allegory,
His random verbal diagrams, his
Horizontal clues and vertical definitions by
Intention instructive, but interpreted as
Cross words;
They toil for the expansion of Allegory,
Sacrificing health to the
Glory of the Mouth,
Throwing themselves on the sword and collected
As souls wailing in the Wood of the Suicides.