The Decline of the Sectarian Ascendancy ~ Friday, May 2, 2025

Quaff draft after draft with a hardy laugh
unknown in these parts, their hearts on their sleeves
as a badge of honor, their status reveals
fixed stars, separate the wheat from the chaff
foreign-born thinker, an honest drunkard

dares to outdrink, thoughtless autumnal leaves
religion unites against selfish deals
against identity with the other
forgotten ancestor with a bent card
tests the worthy to prove just how savvy

architects of social infrastructure
fasten their seat belts with sticky taffy
triumphant humans, their alpha culture
eclipsed by elephants as no bother
ruffians of the Order of Orange

divine soldiers of greed and hate defend
reason as delusion, islands of rage
against hegemony, dans l'or de l'ange
feathers suspended from wings on their backs
thoughtless inhabitants try to pretend

winter runs down their spines, cold rivers gauge
ignorance with a yardstick, the mirror
transforms ethics with quicksilver life hacks
honest drunkard observes people shallow

as the waves licking their ankles like dogs

hungry wolves howl at the stranger, hollow
as men of straw in fields of wheat, the logs
roll down to the river, step once, terror
dirge for humanity, the crushing weight
yardstick to judge, they all always carry

loads of blame, guilt, regret, and shame, they shine
angry torches in the woods of great height
under duress they seek to find a quaff
gnome, a leprechaun, pot of gold, tarry
honest drunkard, a bit for cheese and wine

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