Son of Beast

Son of Beast
by Robert Paul Gass (aka Imagines Vinco aka Ultionem Vinco)
The Leo son of beast to enter space
Of head that God as Xaphan shoveled bane
Of bigots' billows shame of swine apace
At meal in chamber lit with people's pain.
The piscine shells to dance before the nights'
Meniscus light reflected increate
To wax and wane as withershins with sights
Of damned in Geihinom to satiate.
The priest befouls the name of Christ with drops
Of water holus bolus dripping white
With torture Jesus cruciform as crops
Piscina drains to whorls to cast the might.
The son to hate the hypocrite who sins
And never once to speak of Jesus' pins.