After Lorca

for M. Marti

The church is a business, and the rich
are the business men.
                           When they pull on the bells, the
poor come piling in and when a poor man dies, he has a
wooden
cross, and they rush through the ceremony.

But when a rich man dies, they
drag out the Sacrament
and a golden Cross, and go doucement, doucement
to the cemetery.

And the poor love it
and think it’s crazy.

Robert Creeley
    

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