Saturday, April 08, 2006

For Gold And Souls

We thrust our faith
through native skins
on the cutting edge
of European steel.
Disease was bartered
for gold and souls,
history was painted
with Crayola red.
“Sugar and spices”
and all things that
brought joys to the tongue,
were born in the
jawbone of an ass.
The bells ring, and
call the faithful to worship,
the flock is fleeced,
and the money changers
count the change.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

now this one is interesting-

Anonymous said...

I'd make a comment, but I'm afraid that it'd be CENSORED. :)

Okay, okay - good write, Pat. Very vivid and image-rich.

steve said...

amazing what gets justified at the time - and how

polona said...

a bitter write, but so well done!! great imagery!

Borut said...

Strange, a trio at a Friday birthday party in April sun discussing this in Ljubljana...

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Ah, finally a poem as cynical as I!

Masago said...

You have a knack for sketching in no more than what is needed to convey a powerful image.

floots said...

more clear-sighted
than bitter
i'd say
says it all

Cherie! said... mention of a certain pieces silver?

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks!! No, Polona not bitter, just don't agree with asset building Christianity.

polona said...

thanks, pat (and floots) for clarification. it was due to my awkward phrasing rather than misunderstanding; my vocabulary let me down this time (does "caustic" sound better?).

Pat Paulk said...

Yes, very caustic!!