Thursday, April 08, 2004
Maundy Thursday
I'm going to be pretty busy over the next few days, and thinking other thoughts, but I thought I'd put up a piece each day for the season. So here's Wilfred Owen:
Maundy Thursday
Between the brown hands of a server-lad
The silver cross was offered to be kissed.
The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad,
And knelt reluctantly, half-prejudiced.
(And kissing, kissed the emblem of a creed.)
Then mourning women knelt; meek mouths they had,
(And kissed the Body of the Christ indeed.)
Young children came, with eager lips and glad.
(These kissed a silver doll, immensely bright.)
Then I, too, knelt before that acolyte.
Above the crucifix I bent my head:
The Christ was thin, and cold, and very dead:
And yet I bowed, yea, kissed - my lips did cling.
(I kissed the warm live hand that held the thing.)
Strangely, the first link I found for Owen was from a site dedicated to 'Famous British Paedophiles'. I assumed instantly that this was an 'exhume them and burn their bones!' sort of site, particularly since many of the suggested people seem to be more allegation than fact, but the site to which it's attached is the rather odd, and perhaps disturbing, Girl Lovers' Garden.
Here's a more orthodox Owen site.
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