After Lorca
The church is a business, and the rich
are the businessmen.
……………………………. When they pull on the bells, the
poor come piling in and when the poor man dies, he has a wooden
cross, and they rush through the ceremony.
But when the rich man dies, they
drag out the sacrament
and the golden cross, and go doucement, doucement
to the cemetery.
And the poor love it
and think it’s crazy.
by Robert Creeley
from Naked Poetry
publisher: Bobbs-Merrill, NY, 1969
doucement: slowly, gently