…afterwards our pupils will not forgive in us what we forgave
-Yevtushenko, “Lies”
If children ask for bread will we give them
Musical stylings of abysmal mediocrity Packaged in the poster-art palettes of the sixties When the altars and the hymnals were stripped Of everything beautiful, true, and good
When
Latin missals were reduced to baby-talk Felt banners appeared like refrigerator art The Body of the Lord was shoveled aside In a malformed tabernacle of hammered scrap
And maybe that’s why the young people leave - We’ve given them little in which to believe