So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints long serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.
One Virgin still immaculate
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.
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Comments1Just came across this Wilfred Owen poem and I'm struck by the powerful imagery he uses. The line "One Virgin still immaculate Smiles on for war to flatter her" has such a biting critique of religion's role in war. Thought-provoking stuff.