06 Dec Over the Under

Over the under and up past the rain
Are those whose lust burns something profane:
Whether their honor or belly or pride or insides,
My god has forsaken me, each of them cries,
And forever it rages, this fire of Cain.

Under the over and down ‘fore the door,
Sinning lurks, sinning works all the while more:
Violence on the sensitives, faking loving-looks
So risibles plunge down and sink their hooks
Into what is the weaker, beautiful and pure.

Over the under and up past the rain
Are those refused to make wanting their gain:
Eunuchs elect shelter in monastery haunt,
You have grown bored of pleasure they taunt,
And we have yet still had our fill of pain.