Papalem Peregrinatione

In new pilgrimage The east yawns Armeggedon Coming out of doubt The mobile aloft The shouting wonder of eyes The whore comes nearer Waiting moon to rise Or beast to saddle with praise For gem of the earth Look the waving white False innocence through carnage Sedates the tired heart Exposed, the cradle Marks time in pendulum swings, Nearer comes the end Orion opens With trumpet boom and fresh light Late for daffodils It is time lame hills Crippled seas, medal-less men It is time, it's time The mobile spells it The ash white cleansing of soul And the fire cleansed world.