'The Sacraments' Poem by Antonis J. Kazantzoglou

I lifted the head and saw green pastures
armed priests approached me
and covered the sacraments with the blood
of the poor of world.

I veiled my eyes shut
sweet-tongued orators salivated
mocked poverty and humaneness
with the ancestral word of Athens.

With couplets rhymed I beseech the Holy Mother
send angels, but angels men
to envigorate the mutfitude with penitence
and found the new painless era.

Descend Thyself and take the veil
from the sacraments Father Almighty
and Just of times past
with Thy rage and wonder the sacraments,
the sacraments,
the sacraments.