Jesuit Trained Justice Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Perpetual
phenomenon
that shadowy hide
of physician, and the
let of blood; to do what
is considered bold, brave
and broad, and thus ensue
the ‘Codes of God'; however
burned within which thought'
construe, be it truth in a shallow
withering naught, or an else, or less
when historical facts expressed, do
prove so faux; hence to that said, when
to comport implies a last resort, of
tying death, to one's arise…
Mismatched to those thegan
all questing lordly men
whose lords a dispensation
drew; the pomp, the boots, and
so that dress, under a pointy Pontiffs
cap removed, and in, such the crowning
lean toward kings and queens and crows
around two thousand generations bled of
life; much less, the ground where beneath
the truth resides, of wealth and riches well
beyond contempt, so politely laid at rest, no
jest be told, this subject's hold beheld the
swells of ocean's vast and nature's scorn at
what was taken, shorn of gross and minimized
of script to the tip, of a single feather quill, adrip
and boiled to a brew; of the concoction, from
bone and flesh, and oh so human bloods…
Too cast, as one false stone from a doubter's soul
one which knelt to no one, prior to that rise to
what Temple's Top, without its point or spire
esprit drips a dewed drop; oft misconstrued, for
fames and glorious gains, all faith of these
and that was given to, an early grave and
only fear remained the gift so sown, by the
staff and lash; as resource steams these lowly
nouveau riche, at the hooded forms insist, gave
those who would resist, last rights and the fates of
learn; a new and foreign way to speak, or have the
specter be, the brow, and head, released by blade
and each body bound to the living stake, with the
flames parboiling the innocent flesh; before
the essence turned to char and ash…
Such parroting touts, more gold and
gems and journey'; profit's loots, this
sustenance an illness taken to, the very
center's edge and shores; to cross that and
every boundary, sans the thirst for good in
zeal and word expressed as will of God, and
having naught to do, of that taking root so
thrived of either church, or state, or nation
or head in represent of the future's ply, an
empirical pledge to the august of each new
world's waning ends; intended however
and no sward or lance be spared, for
once the ease of taking heads, in end to
both man and future's sight, view, and plein
this new ground and territory, flagged and pledged
to monarch, specific group, and symbolic crown
to that which of and considered highest bred
and blood that truest blued; and paid to play
in homage and passage what was considered due
as the knell and bow and bleed forever removed
while each tragic savage, earned flay and filet
then hanging for the wandering survivors to
behold, and procreate the coming gift of
indenturing, to the agents and plundering
invader' of exactly what or which ‘God'…
agog and gog, and sodom's memories
filthy the fifth, that covers so the fraud
the point, the pass, the square's angle of
measuring the bride; this rusty compass passed
too, a youngest male child's hand, then to the feet
of standing men belie, what is felt in bowels terror, as
the disrobed monks and priests buried deep in probe the
length and breadth of rod; imagined not, remembering how
the past resists a call to new chance and the future changed
and not chained, with the chaining came to so overwhelm
as both body, spirit, and one's freedom lost; it came to
bare, the simplistic sense and truth and end, for so
many millions over counted generations thinned…
Of phenomenon, in fuel or faux, this too a casual
tool within one's thought's construe, in the code
of withering's aught, a questioning between the
pomp and pope, beyond the craving of cap or
‘crown'; to that bled of life landing on the
bottom of one's owned pit, this is any
subject's inclination, an angle of degree
within self, not of sea or belief; but in the
instance and to the point more so the doubt
of soul and that inquisitor's jest, as to which
staff and lash truly holds that gold, and makes
all of the rules beheld in solemn trust or
through the grasps and grips of fear…
Foreign too, those things hidden from the view
of living's sake and the fan under the coals that
moves the spirit to produce an essence flamed
where transgression and the thought of it is
soothed, as the light of time's king returns
to reign; but for these brings this, it, was
not to be, an easily cherished goal, for
those who rule choose so to do, and used
this knowledge held for self and gain; a rather
disturbing trend, which is so veiled and prevalent
in the present day; through all indentured servitude
an either of or for that wealth for me, and in laugh at
the naught, which is, what is yours is mine attitude
this too is so much more today; the case be made
of an injustice bade and an arising caused by ‘they'
that ‘want', and always has occurred before and is
in effect, the way these games are played, using
knowledge as hoard, to advance the policies
of who is giver or to whom is given, more…
Symbolism of what is crown, not stranger
to this most prolific movement; and to
the mass of propaganda's lien, either
homage or passage considered, both
those to kneel and those to bleed
to accept liege or reject filth, to bow
low before a worldly queen or king or
lord, or to know and acknowledge as fraud
the purpose of an all forgiving ‘God', and to
all agents paid too measure US, to decipher
US, to impose such rule upon US; as is exclusionary
to the mass of US, and is that dictation from ‘them'
at US, of just how this is going to play out for US…