poem...bad church (november 19, 2011)

chadwick

catholic holy men... priesthood robes of dark in darknesses crossings
going crosses
behind stone walls
huge holy chapels
sisters coming and going
and moss on stone so old here
the time here
inner would be hellish perversion

you are not saved here
candles do burn and give hope when incense is good

then poor children younger is better thought up and down empty corridors
a cold that burns as if hell made witness to molestations
pedophilia of stone in veins

this the church and up to the choir and loft
on up to the paints
of tear
always in progression cathedral of sky and ceiling
no wings for us here do we have
and never to contribute sacred in this fashion

and in swinging the cross
many go at it as if a playground
small unfilled steps and no silence
but no laughter either

and with bible in hand
the lowered
and with spikes in hand
the lowered
thorns of sin begin doubling back where innocense used to dream

pandora

very moving ... captured the evil of man

chadwick

thank you, pandora.
yesterday i was getting hammered with images of churchmen hundreds of years and hell being one unit. the priest as if holy at the church where our children go. it is torture that which is done thank you to religious freak show of man not to be trusted and we have handed over our intent of purity and sins mostly worked in this cathedral of falsity.

tremors

This is a very good poem. You capture a lot. You are a great poet Chadwick