Love, Desire and Pain

LOVE, DESIRE AND PAIN
By Rodger Millar Munthali

Shame engraves Satan,
His deeds awfully craved, yet desolate; peculiarly
Heathen, let alone ascetic; for that,
Behind doors closed, inconspicuously,
Audible becomes the knell, amidst
Catapulted preaching augmented by
Thunderous hymns that
Neither summons nor appreciates Satan’s existence,
For what cannot or refrain God’s love
The great omnificent ruler
In grave daylight, Satan’s death proclaimed
Escorted in a single file, towards
‘Where none but Jesus Christ has returned’
To sing a song of victory and hope

None can surpass, Genesis Thirty Seven;
Desire’s persuasion, on Potiphar’s Wife’s
Bed; accomplices glutton, graspingness;
What can suppress desire, Satan’s
Mortal spear? That Joseph, none
Knows his flight source, in dire nothingness,
Temptation and Pain, himself devoid of
That which has brought pain, worse than plagues;
Fear, better than of God; hence in
Taught tautology, our mouths agape
We exhume lost memories
Of Satan’s last hope, defeat
Pain, desire will reign; but
What can conquer desire?

So pain inflicted, acquired; desire
Induced, but not eradicated. Dire
Cause that left scions, poignant,
With ruthless relations. Trusting
Nothing, we fault nothing
Except desire, hardly Satan
Yet (he) is a pestilent gaff
A void marriage, that nullifies desire,
Ain’t a cursed fig tree
Amidst lingering despair
Alas neither pain nor desire,
Fit to be radical, extinguish
The worst pandemic: that
Which desire cultivates

(To be continued...)