9/11
We could not believe our eyes
Those tall twin towers
Collapsing from the skies
The violence and the ruin
The tragic loss of life
The modern day spectacular
Planes used as a knife
Dotted in our landscape
Familiar to our eyes
Mute monastic buildings
Open to the skies
Architectural wonders
Destroyed upon the whim
Of a dissolute man a scoundrel
They called him England’s king
A way of life society
He brought an end to all
Stroke of a pen and hanging tree
Ensured monastic fall
He sold the land quite cheaply
And pocketed the cash
Five hundred millions pounds of it
On this monastic bash
Five hundred years they’ve stood there
Open to the sky
We walk around our mouths agape
Do we know the reason why?
This was catholic England
We view with protestant eyes
A tragedy we split apart
The faith our common prize
Brian Fahy
9 December 2021
+ Three books I have my eyes on now to read:
The Dissolution of the Monasteries by James G Clark
The Voices of Morebath by Eamon Duffy
The Stripping of the Altars by Eamon Duffy
Erris Poetry 