as foretold he'd have just the century for it,
with throngs and one's cool Jesuitical eye--
a Tree isn't made christliche just for thee,
as Küng spreading to all the rich red rostra
(who has the brow for it!) will concur: and
it's Death that tears a Tree out of a sea
like brothers who cannot be conjoined:
like German preambles and holy signets say-
ing "every" & walking on hebdomadal feet
a Priest indeed, Küng's really a kid whose gut
hitches with christ & who's about to get sick--
conjoined to a sempiternal brow all he likes! --
my blue sea don't need a fetching jesus Tree!
