Sunday, April 19, 2009

The cathedral of the shamed

The Bride Wore Red
by pareeerica

The cathedral of the shamed,
Its very own stones, infamed,
Stands erect, until they fall
Upon the charlatans, all.
   And our hands would plait the guts of priests,
   For want of a rope, to strangle kings.

for Read Write Poem: The Bride Wore Red
"Civilization will not attain perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest."
 — Émile Zola

Et ses mains ourdiraient les entrailles du prêtre,
Au défaut d’un cordon pour étrangler les rois.
(And his hands would plait the priest's entrails,
 For want of a rope, to strangle kings.)
 — Denis Diderot