AGAINST THE IDOLS OF THE AGE

POEM: Untitled (1914) (Stefan George 1868-1933)

You felons are the first to murder God,
Carve out an idol not resembling Him,
Hailed by sweet names and gruesome as no other,
And hurl the best you have into its jaws.
You call it your own way and will not rest
In torrid frenzy running, till all venal
And base alike, instead of God's red blood,
The pus of idols courses through your veins.

Posted by Orrin Judd at June 8, 2003 3:52 PM