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.
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AuthorWalt Garlington is a chemical engineer turned writer (and, when able, a planter). He makes his home in Louisiana and is editor of the 'Confiteri: A Southern Perspective' web site. Archives
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