Urbi et Orbi, again

 

I knew there was something about this guy I didn't like: and the sudden resignation, with all the rumours resurfacing about sex scandal cover-ups, seems to clinch it for me. Here's something I penned when Ratzinger became Pope, still every bit the crackling harbinger I intended it to be (and that doesn't happen often).

__________________________

When folio editions dripped from the first movable types,

quasars twitched with pleasaunce!

"Please to render unto Spirit what is Spirit's," saith one emerging

Sense, einmal...nur einmal.

With every intention, of course, of ending thought like a dot,

and defending Abelard at the Sorbonne,

&, among other things, his contributions to free love verse,

Aion plied the reins more softly, as it were

and stood to suffer real imprisonment for time bound views!

But how to stop the ungovernable Infinitive!

One did. Unmoved by You or Time, he's authorized to halt any star

and take away its salt,

one Ratzinger who's rung the chapel-bell a lot for inquests

into the matter of bad Aion-Jesuits.

"To be can be construed as an affront, can it not, to Being on High?

Sense is the Es-sence as Smell is the Sense

of all pollen-bearing Plants, is it not?" the Cardinal sniffed and made

the Earth ill. Now Aion replied, pettishly

but the only thing that could be compared to it, for rhetoric & verve

was one absconding God

who cracked his knuckles. "To be is to be for me," the Ratz said, and

one more quasar limped