Daniel J. Berrigan, R.I.P.

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

Indulging also

Her backhanded love of freshness

Allows us to stand


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