Stevie Smith

(20 September 1902 – 7 March 1971 / Kingston upon Hull)

Sunt Leones - Poem by Stevie Smith

The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a
Not entirely negligible part
In consolidating at the very start
The position of the Early Christian Church.
Initiatory rights are always bloody
In the lions, it appears
From contemporary art, made a study
Of dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddy
Liturgically sacrificial hue
And if the Christians felt a little blue-
Will people being eaten often do.
Theirs was the death, and there's was a crown undying,
A state of things which must be satisfying.
My point which up to this has been obscured
Is that it was the lions who procured
By chewing up blood gristle flesh and bone
The martyrdoms on which the church has grown.
I only write this poem because I thought it rather looked
As if the part the lions played was being overlooked.
By lions' jaws great benefits and blessings were begotten
And so our debt to Lionhood must never be forgotten.


Comments about Sunt Leones by Stevie Smith

  • (5/18/2014 12:47:00 PM)


    An interesting piece to learn a great lesson. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/26/2006 5:39:00 PM)


    check 'well, people'? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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