The cardinal felt slightly guilty
He swore an oath of poverty
and yet the poorest of people
had to pay their last dimes
to the church
Then again
it was all for the Glory of God
Impossible God’s house would be
a shabby dwelling
A sanctuary for the spiritual
needs a certain grandeur
As he himself also took a small
slice of the ecclesiastical cake
for his services as a devout shepherd

he swore the oath of poverty
and therefore he had to do penance
The cardinal flagellated himself
until warm blood was dripping
down his back
‘Thank you, Lord, for thy forgiveness’
As he sat at his copious dinner
the cardinal felt warm and contented

I wonder if all those
modern scrupulous overlords
wield the same guidelines
to get absolution

Daginne Aignend is a pseudonym for the Dutch poetess Inge Wesdijk. She likes hard rock music, photography and fantasy books, is a vegetarian and spends a lot of time with her animals. Daginne started to write English poetry four years ago and posted some of her poems on her Facebook page and on her website. Read other articles by Daginne.