Reflection On Sir And Saint Thomas More Poem by Bill Grace

Reflection On Sir And Saint Thomas More



Once upon a time
I believe it was at the Met
Hobein's Cromwell and More
Were staring across at each other
Through at least that eternity.

More was the martyr
Though it took the church 500 years to fess up
Cromwell carried Henry's axe
And twenty years back from 2006
The tour guide was nonplussed at my desire
To visit an unmarked English traitor's grave.

Why such a sense of strangeness?
When despite a continuing conspiracy of silence
muffled by unrepentent or unknowing bureaucracy
The location of this loyal servant's body is at least known
When his far greater master's grave is lost.

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