Sunt Leones

The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena

By indulging native appetites played was now been seen a

Not entirely negligible part

In consolidating at the very start

The position of the Early Christian Church.

Initiatory rights are always bloody

In the lions, it appears

From contemporary art, made a study

Of dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddy

Liturgically sacrificial hue

And if the Christians felt a little blue-

Will people being eaten often do.

Theirs was the death, and there's was a crown undying,

A state of things which must be satisfying.

My point which up to this has been obscured

Is that it was the lions who procured

By chewing up blood gristle flesh and bone

The martyrdoms on which the church has grown.

I only write this poem because I thought it rather looked

As if the part the lions played was being overlooked.

By lions' jaws great benefits and blessings were begotten

And so our debt to Lionhood must never be forgotten.