What Gavel Presumes...
to judge and call us damned.
Is it our impunity or that we impugn
the stilted crack of verdicts assumed
by a law with scant reason to stand?
Your book and your grammars
do not grant your withering temerity,
in the face of your own heresies,
to blaspheme the tide of our clamors.
I am godless and we,
unbelieving heretics in our sanity,
rise one upon another, hopefully,
maybe stumble on a burning scree.
But one hand will wrest,
one blistered blackened hand will shriek out this hammer,
cast it unto inferno's yammer, as
mere kindling for your judgement