What corrupted beings, angels
given gender and organs and lust,
apes given sentience, moving beyond
primal need to beget, conceive and procreate
life, are we, what now corrupted beings
whose imagination takes them beyond
the innocence of flesh and spirit,
and defames all, makes ugly all
that is pure in itself. We make
horrible the beautiful entanglings
of bodies, darken those brief moments
when two are one, make their bed
a bed of thorns, not of roses.
Like pigs we wallow in the mud
that fills our minds which once
were like those of angelic apes.
14.12.2023
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