@ Gala Show Poem by Jordan Legaspi

The string is now playing
The hymn that breaks the mortal man
And confront the loneliness-mystic feeling
Of a man whose world vanishing by its crime

The feet hit the floor now
Forming octave-beauty and harmony
And pleasant to Cardinals had vow
From the eye-sight of cruelty

The faces of different colors are now
Screaming and laughing and crying
While the heart cannot live deeply how
To portray the man the prophet and the king

The strings stop for the entrance
Red robe to the aisle ordained Cardinals
While the swan dancers motion the balance
Of the stuff and cup above the altars

The knees hit the floor that had bore
The heart hollowed from above
The throne of the man behind the altar
Magnus Theologus of them ill-dove

And smoke covers the old citadel
To hear the vision of the priest without faith
Echoed ignorance as Dante visitor from the hell
Neither head nor tail of mosaic height



Note:
The “Gala show” was all about the ritualism of the Catholic Church that at times is full of pretense and hypocrisy.