Man incarnate lost to all Whilst ravens savage hatch-lings nest, Clamor in these seeds of time Caroused in blood on Savior’s vest…. Callousness and cruelty wrought By Slav on Slav through fields of wheat, Cold Kremlin’s children sanctified In crucifixion’s slab concrete.
Wherefore now our sage and wise? Wherefore now, the just? Wherefore reasons sanctity,