The Catholic Monarchist’s Lament

— to Denis Diderot

When that last king is strangled

With the guts of that last priest

Then who will stay the whip-hand?

They talked of law and love, at least

(However much they mangled

The charge left in their care)

If God’s a deaf and dumb thing

And the hungry masses, kings

Then our spires sink in quicksand

And the stupid poet sings

To tell us we are something

More than spleen and hide and hair

Comments

  1. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    With the breakdown of the Medieval system, the gods of Chaos, Lunacy, and Bad Taste gained ascendancy.

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    Ha! I was wondering if you’d be able to find something to say besides, “Nice picture. Terrible poem.”

  3. Quin Finnegan says

    Great stuff, Matthew. The first three lines are killer. What was the occasion?

  4. Quin Finnegan says

    Okay, I’ve read it over three or four times now, and I like it a lot. Extra points for rhyming “some thing” with “dumb thing”.

    • Matthew Lickona says

      Hee hee! Thanks much. The occasion was feeling low and mortal, and then reading a lot of internet chatter about the wrongheadedness, the stupidity, the just obvious falseness of belief, and Christian belief in particular. Sitting in the company of scoffers, serves me right.

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