The strange death of Catholic Germany
Star trek prop altar
Strange light from tabernacle
Strange light from Church
Perfectly good, former parish church
White out
Alien presence in the roof
In the new Church of St Francis, Burgweinting. St Francis would not be seen dead here.
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HOLES
Disco-decayed
They cancelled all color
Sanctuaries stripped
First Communions were duller.
No crinoline whites
Pale hues they stressed
Only pearled-Pharisees
Are ever so dressed.
Roses, carnations,
Flowers, all manners
Left just to wither
‘Gainst assertives’ beige banners.
Pillars of marble
Corinthian styles
They decided to paint
Like pink bathroom tiles.
Cassocks of red
Habits blue, white,
Robes of distinction
Extinct over night.
Missals with pages
Embossed in gloss-gold
Latin in tint
English-black, opposite bold.
Even the ribbons
To mark scriptural prayers
Were of green, yellow, silvers
So to keep us from errors.
The soft votive flames
The red opaque glass
Gave an aura of stillness
Like time could not pass.
Yet time it passed,
Vividness drained
And populations with out color
Cannot be sustained.
So those underground
With red blood in blue veins
Birthed knowledge, the arts
Great virtues they gained.
They did not decay
God’s colors, kept green
For the day up above
Once again to be seen.
Except for those beige
Banner-like-blind
Gray fertility fades
In their black open minds.
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