(in the upper sky lamped)
IN THE UPPER sky, lamped by science,
the night forgets itself,
while in the underground gloom
lean hunger and bloated voracity
crash against each other
till the earth begins to tremble
and the pillars of triumph
are perilously cracked,
swaying on the brink of gaping gulfs.
Do not howl in fear
or angrily judge God,
let the swelling evil burst itself in pain
and vomit out its accumulated filth.
When the victims of a carnivorous rage
are dragged by the competition of ravenous fangs,
let the hideousness of the blood-soaked blasphemy
arouse divine anger heralding a heroic peace
out of an awful retribution.
They throng in the church
in a primitive frenzy of faith made keen by fear
which hopes to flatter their God
into a complacent mood
into a feebleness of leniency.
They feel half sure that peace will be brought down
into this demented earth
by the mere volume of their wailing
uttered in sacred text.
They have confidence in their indulgent God
who may send them timely wisdom
to divert all sacrifices needed for the worship
towards the less strong,
leaving their own soiled hoardings undivided.
But let us hope,
for the sake of the dignity of moral justice in this world,
that God will never suffer to be cheated of His due
by the miserly manipulation of a diplomatic piety
carefully avoiding all cost to itself,
that a terrible penance may have to be passed through
to its ultimate end,
leaving no remnant of poison
in a treacherously healing scar.