Selva Part II

It’s a sad one

 the Canto about Suicides 

transformed into trees

                      the harpies nesting in their branches

 feeding upon them. 

  In Blake’s drawings

inside some wood

they are labelled self-murderers.

In the Inferno it’s a selva

the next step beyond a forest

in terms of uneasiness.

Since entering the selva

Dante barely manages to keep standing.

I, throughout, distended

but continuing to keep my promise.

Sometimes I feel like a harpy.

I have sympathy for the strawberry

but I am very hungry

and the options are limited.

In translating this journey

I am both eating and eaten one.