12 April

Day 12
2 triolets

That old religion

The Pope gives his mass to an empty church

The Passover is lonely, quiet

Spring speaks, shoots, with her quick, live words

The Pope's voice echoes in his empty church

There is no flock, poor shepherds, we're a herd

There are no crowds to  worship or to riot

The Goddess of Spring is greening the quiet earth

The Pope's voice echoes in his empty church

Anak Krakatoa

Watching the bright death of the volcano-

 we're new and tiny things upon the earth

and less like gods, less mighty than we know,

dust from the molten mouth of the volcano

We matter to each other, matter  though - 

we're strange and tiny creatures clinging to the earth

Watching the new birth of the volcano

helps us know our place upon the earth