In the dark
heart of Rome
a saint burns brightly
by the fire
Diocletian thought he knew
what to do
with Christian dogs.
He was a humble man
with good intentions
not knowing
they rise
when you put them down
And the road to hell
is paved that way
more surely than
the Appian
The finger light
of flame
plays on
the crisping skin
of sister Faith
She may twist
but she cannot turn
Not this
nor the other
cheek
and the brazier burns
so cozy
at her side
The Light of the World
The sum of sorrow
The sun of God
Apollo
laughs to see
her shade
