What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet: All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; The fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. Psalms 8: 4-8.
Man!
That I am.
I am that-
Man!
Fruit of Adam,
Born a benediction-
Reaper of Adam's bounty.
Barbarian!
That they are.
They are that-
Barbarian!
weed of Adam,
Born a malediction-
Reaper of Adam's wrath.
Unshaved and unsaved they
art barbered,
Bludgeoned as they bludge.
A weight of gilt-
the hollowed crux of the Christ.
I wield the bloody scythe to garner in
the sheaves of pure gold from the fields of sin.
Amen, alas I am he that has come
I brandish the razor for the work must be done,
they rest not till the harvest home.
Bring the King's tithes into the storehouse!
I comb to make up his jewels
all his jewels,
precious jewels,
his loved and his own.
The price for their salvation-
their very own crown!
The die has been cast,
they have been chaffered to the wind.
Unwieldy, wartless weeds,
shaved yet unsaved,
stubbed to raise to the higher calling-
Righteous Spaniard no
but heathen spaniel.
Dominion!
Dominion!
Dominion!
Fair Dominion!
The cursed-doomed to acrid flames,
I-festooned with saintly names.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam.
Dominican?
Dominican?
Dominican?
Friar Dominican?
Wherefore persecutest thou me?
Eli, Eli lama sabachthani!
For the chalice and bread I look to thee.
Canst thou me deny thy holy communion?
Tis by the slaying of lambs cometh remission.
Ad majorem Dei gloriam.
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