You obfuscate these events as if somehow
You have been given pontiffical judgement
Might I ask where your source of blaspheme comes
and coronates you, evolutions Incubus
Perfidation.... is the inevitable consequence
When Sun touches down.....for its epilogue
You suddenly realize....Science had it wrong
And looking up....from your dark black hole
All you see is space an' for the very first time
You wonder what or Who- made this happen
Arrogance an'obfuscation no longer sequitur
Judgement now becomes you.....and so I ask
What you think it will cost...to save your Soul
After, once......you've 'Crossed over Rubicon'
More than catharsis to earn yo'r redemption
More than a plea......to secure your salvation
Nothing less....than your point of submission
© MMXIII
Frank James Ryan Jr.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, I think I got caught out on my first reading of this. Or maybe not. It's very appealing how this poem keeps itself veiled, forcing the reader to make decisions about context (as the title parenthetically suggests) . So I'll try and pull back and go for the big picture. Clearly there is deceit afoot in this poem. Deceit in a one-on-one relationship. Or what should be one-on-one. Monogamy, as it were. Or monotheism, as it may be. I've never actually contemplated the man-god relationship in terms of being a monogamous relationship, so the poem has provoked thought, and that's always a good thing. So whether the poem is addressing individuals (I have reasons to think not) or the relationship between an individual and a codified deity it brings up parallel issues that resonate and reverberate, stirring up the stagnate bottom (the one who must submit) .
Thank You Lantz for your dissective read & acute derivations via my semi-metaphoric underlying's of which you basically nailed it spot-on...Simply put, & as a born & raised (but not exactly virtuous) Roman Catholic, the work is my besmirching snub at sciences theory on how we all became we...Nice job Chief Detective Pierre. ~FjR'17~