Weblog of the Sydney Traditionalist Forum
When Pope held forth to Emperor the orb
That Caesar clasped in long-lost Rome benighted,
It fell beneath the nations being born
Trampled to shards—and we were not united.
And when the doctors scoured the sacred texts
To find the lore to heal their broken heart,
But what they found was far too frail to mend—
Mere flesh and ink—and we were yet apart.
But when the Turks stormed through the broken doors
And made the cross fall from the bishop’s hand,
And forced their captives blinking in the sun
To lay the naked victims on the shore,
The Greek girls by the friars on the sand—
Then we were together. Then we were one.
— Carl Hildebrand is a Latin Old Calendarist (i.e., traditional Catholic) writing from the American Midwest. His poetry has also been published in Social Matter. Under another name he writes academic religious history.