Subhumanity

​Male and female
God did make them;
Non-binary
And gender-fluid
Did man remake them.

The body of fixed tradition
Writhes in a conflagration.
On its blackened bones
The self-creators
Gorge their mouths and bellies,
Distending, distorting
Their given forms.

Subhumanity
Has broken the horizon,
Shuffling, stumbling
Its way onward
To Babylon,
Queen of Lawlessness;

To separation
From the God of Light
And Comeliness
And the Heavenly
Hosts of Brightness;

To communion
With dark hordes of demons,
Whose anger and despair
Are the only non-illusions
There, in the whirling wrack
Of chaos and confusion.