Architect of love, stones of hate, Christendom\'s temple, Hell\'s gate
Sao Miguel of angels Jesuits did create, Indian minds to educate
Mission of charity, whips and chains, heathens clear a graveyard holding believer\'s remains
Fallen tombstones on open plains where Spanish buried their blood stains
Three centuries later I slept aside the grave of an Indian husband and his bride
A graverobber\'s hole at its side, a broken small coffin, I looked inside
Visions of ghosts buried in the clay, that phantoms become under light of day
The flesh of reality may rot away but memories bones in an infant\'s shoe stay