The Great War

from War: an Ode And Other Poems, an electronic edition

The Chapel

A Picture

HIGH-PERCHED upon a purple parapet,

A saintly sentinel of marble hewn,

Clearly defined in sable silhouette

Against the silver of a gibbous moon,

Fetched out a handless arm as black as jet,

Calling upon the stars in prayer or threat.

Within the porch, an angel lying prone

Pressed her white bosom to a broken cross

And grizzly Death engraven on a stone;

Jaundiced and leprous with a lichen floss,

Leered through a jungle-maze of grass unmown,

Grinning to see an angel overthrown.