The Beast of Blasphemy

A few sacrilegious words in utteration 

Thus began my souls excoriation

I am dumbstruck by your vituperation 

The garrulousness of your imprecation 

The impiety of your fulmination

Fearing to delve into the origination

To muddle through the dark desecration 

To discover the irreverent profanation 

To find the merest plausible explanation 

To reach the billingsgate of your denunciation 

A journey begun in urgent desperation 

To find the beast of your blasphemation

It could not be considered a major altercation

It wasn’t even a heated conversation 

Yet, your words began a reverberation

Even now, threatening your vilification

So very lightly came your defamation

My soul recoiled in its horrification 

The total lack of any veneration

Held me in the thrall of fascination 

For never, even in my wildest imagination 

Could one believe such obvious violation 

Thus producing vehement consternation 

And it’s corresponding revelation

This erodes the very foundation

Bringing into ultimate consideration

Whether there should be a continuation 

Of what is now a tenuous relation

This must be included in the factorization 

Surely it is relevant in the overall equation

And will require tedious divination 

With hours of cross examination 

Designed to understand the implication

Of your freely offered improvisation 

To give my soul final authorization 

Perhaps you would give consideration

Because of the severity of the situation

Mayhaps you would change your location

As you can now see the correlation 

The causality of your interpretation 

Your soul bordering eternal damnation 

Surely you can see the implication 

And the necessity of a different destination 

Requiring only a complete repudiation 

And therefore subsequent colonization 

Halting the eminent deterioration 

Bringing about friendships revitalization 

After all, the dress is obviously black and blue

© Ron Simpson Jr.