Here is a poem of mine (told you that I am obsessed with Sanctity!) in theme with the thread of Saints and visions, ( I hope you like it. The translation is of the UK poet and translator, Peter Dale) "By the Grace of God" The child sanctions all the mirrors of imitation (in aggressiveness, understood) I will forbear comment: too many visions lead to violence, too much violence leads to visions. There are children whose outer weave you'd change: they're the new falangled Savonarolas. They've abandoned all tolerance whatever; they hardly tolerate their fathers. Cunning imposters with top-hat on the head and wire panties over the heart. Expedite the rooting out of the woodworm of the generation post-conciliar. No need to excommunications: they are automatically damned in the womb of the whore that does not comply with the teaching of her enemies and who persists, through the wintry bonfires, with what remains to her, to knit away. EP (In the collection Macchina, Piero Manni Edition, 2000) %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%