In the first ring, Seducers are driven in a line by horned demons
In the second ring, Flatterers are up to their necks in excrement
The third has mock-baptismals burning the soles of the feet of the Simoniacs
Who tried to buy the gifts of God with money
And in the fourth there are the Fortune-tellers and Diviners
Whose heads are on backwards and now foresee nothing
In the fifth there are the Grafters lain in boiling pitch
Unless they come surface to be hooked, clawed and ripped
Virgil negotiates and they make their way
Past a fallen bridge and into ring six
The Hypocrites, wearing robes of lead
Scintillating in judgment
And Caiaphas, crucified to the ground
And bearing the weight of all the earth
