I heard the voice of Mary in the cool of evening: "Oh why the devastation of the golden wheatlands? Oh why the burning of the villages and homelands? My shrines are broken, and my statue changed to bullets, My lowly Son is once again a God rejected, And all my children walk the way of life in darkness." I bowed to earth my head, and thus I answered Mary: "That we might gather in the vineyard empty glory, That we might wear a ribbon and a wreath of laurel, We hurl to Hell a million souls and go our way, The laughing demons of an age whose God is sleeping, Forgetful of the women and the little children, And thrice forgetful of the chariot of progress." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SONG: SO OFTEN, SO LONG I HAVE THOUGHT by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW |