Vicars of Esthetics
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
Triangular like God the flowers are shown
Against a boring green of lawn. Arrayed
In righteous revelation now full blown
Their holiness of beauty spreads, displayed
Like perfect white’s epiphany. The saints
Of every Trinitarian belief
Search carefully to see if there are taints
In them, and then adore them like O’Keefe
When purity is proved. From other creeds,
The Sufis, Jews, the Hindus, pagans, lose
Their holy men, saved abbots counting beads
Before this triune scene. None can refuse.
..This floral sanctity makes neck and knee
….To bend before the solemn, sacred three.