Holy Innocents

THE CARTHUSIANS

To be "Hanged in their habits"
What a glorious thing
For their silence screamed
"Christ is the King!"

And like the Innocents
So Holy that died
With sword-cut bodies
Their mothers cried

And wept like mothers
Do today
Who send their sons
Into the fray

Like Innocent Carthusians
With staff and rod
Who continue the defence...
The Priest-sons of God!