No matter what you thought of him and his ideology, a huge figure in the modern church, who died yesterday. As well as a gifted poet…
My brother and I stand like the fences
Of abandoned farms, changed times
Too loosely webbed against deicide homicide
A really powerful blow would bring us down like scarecrow.
Nature, knowing this, finding us mildly useful
Her backhanded love of freshness
Allows us to stand