I Baptismus
An improved version
Of yourself? No. You
Won’t want to lust anymore.
The absence of the evil
Fall of fallenness
Will be palatable,
A gain.
II Reconciliationis
No slick of nudes,
Draught of vodka,
Or hit of weed
Will measure up to
This; no
Press of flesh,
Push of power,
III Communio
Blast of freedom,
Will top this.
They’d be simply
Too human.
Rather like bland
And stale and so yesterday.
For this new and
IV Confirmationis
Eternal glorified
State, this new you,
Is the you you
Were always known
To be in the eyes
Of your Maker, melded,
The heart of your Creator,
V Matrimonium
Before these earthly errors,
And earthbound corruptions.
So Amen: there simply
Has not been, nor will there
Ever be, another one
Flesh union quite like us!
Ah, a fine cliche?
VI Ordines
A command brother!
Commanded into being;
An act of love first and
While you were yet powerless.
And you’d want nothing
Less, after all, being in
The presence of such a
VII Unctionem
Magnificent Lover.
The fulfillment of all
Nubile people, nudge and
Play, prurient prose and
Salacious symbol making;
Scabrous stanzas of twentieth
Century thought simply seeking Purity.
-Gary Edward Geraci