November;
The stones of Claremont frosted gray,
And Christendom assembled there
Divided.
The shepherd flaming in his robes
Stood forth and urged upon his sheep
A holy war.
He spoke of Saracens, temples, fame:
He spoke and Christendom arose
United.
With solemn power he raised his arms
And looked upon his war-like flock.
“God wills it!”
He called with voice of stern command.
A thousand voices thundered back
With bloody might
“God wills it!”
copyright 2000 by j. bennett carnahan jr
4 responses so far ↓
Davis // January 10, 2007 at 2:41 am |
I was just randomly thinking of this poem the other day – walking through the train station, the words “Dieu li vult” just popped into my head. Funny you decided to post it.
bennettcarnahan // January 11, 2007 at 7:54 pm |
When I read through this, the ending seemed a little choppy. Maybe it should read:
…With solemn power he raised his arms
And looked upon his war-like flock.
“God wills it!”
He called, with a voice of stern command.
And a thousand voices thundered back
With bloody might,
“God wills it!”
Better? Worse?
Kat // January 12, 2007 at 4:22 pm |
Smart Ass :)
bennettcarnahan // January 13, 2007 at 11:31 pm |
que? whyfor ’smart ass’? articles matter, dammit!