by Nullus
My Reading:
Overexposed negatives with nothing left to mystery, Carving a relief from a multi-colored cameo shell, All these vacuous souls living their lives vicariously, As Dante invites us to witness the nine circles of Hell. Diminishing echoes in grand cathedrals, tiny churches, The eons pass, yet His words retain their sacred pertinence, Men wandering in Limbo resulting in fruitless searches, These mortal sins escalate from ignorance to arrogance. Sweaty wrists slowly glide along a neoprene canopy, Bloodshot eyes gawking at a screen of stretched out screaming harlots, Stark alienation exemplifies the solitary, Cleopatra and Dido become pornographic starlets. Endless aisles of sustenance overwhelming dulled senses, Artificial scrapings rotting in a refrigerator, A post-modern Cornucopia without consequences, The gluttony of the lowest common denominator. Among all sins to perceive as common human deficiency, Simple hoggish traits that have often corrupted the virtuous, Stubby sticky fingers taking everything without mercy, Self serving petty desires that serve no higher purpose. Injustice, inequity and a million grievances, Demoralizing passions transforming the benevolent, Empathy carries over, falling into many pieces, Lost in blind fury and their purpose become irrelevant. Equivocal declarations bewildering the faithful, Common circus performers dancing on a holy altar, Acquiesce to a narration inviting the disgraceful, By placating the devil even the anointed falter. Strike to shatter bone and glass, fateful collars of self pity, Defiling the basilica of God’s sacred creation, Financiers who willfully bankrupt every town and city, Tragically lost figures of a misguided false persuasion. Simulating grace, representing numinous causes, Sorcerers of legislation, barrators paid to deceive, False prophets spinning hatred with extravagant promises, Liars, seducers, plagiarists deserve flames upon their feet. Those wretches who abandon brothers and nationality, Destroying the innocent for moments of celebrity, All conniving, scheming murderers deserve no sympathy, Retribution comes in the form of bitter reality. Molten core flows from the darkest depths of this horrific space, In this province there is not a single hymn, nor homily, A three headed beast devours those who have defiled grace, Distorted clowns howl in the heart of this Divine Comedy. © Nullus 2020