The ship of lost souls

One day in this world ,

I embarked on the ship of  lost souls

of a non binary  society ...

A female comes up to me and said :

"Rid me of this filthy object  distorting 

 my inside,its not my project anymore ! "

I saw the jolly  pope passing  by ,

dressed in a jellabah and wearing a kippah,

bearing  his cross at the gaypride mass ...

I contemplated the barren harvest ,

overgrown into  weeds ,

that shadows smoke to forget 

the  roots  of   evil ...

One day in the world ,I witnessed invisible actors,

declaiming the burlesque text of a non-existent

director,  in front of an memoryless mumies audience...

Everything ,thinkable,disposable and shaggable ...

What's the point of going back  to the lie of the reason

to make oneself  heard on the ship of lost souls ?