"Dante and Virgil with Mohamed; a devil threatening the sowers of discord"
wn to the fart-hole split as by a cleaver
His tripes hung by his heels; the pluck and spleen
Showed with the liver and the sordid sack
That turns to dung the food it swallows in.
I stood and stared; he saw me and stared back;
Then with his hands wrenched open his own breast,
Crying: "See how I rend myself! What rack
Mangles Mohommed! Weeping without rest
Ali before me goes, his whole face slit
By one great stroke upward from chin to chest!"
(Canto XXVIII, lines 23-33)