Qui in arbore erant
Hostic factus est luminosos
Lapis cibus ante animalis
Et recedens de suprema rami
Arbor radicibus evulsa in terra
Quod ita domus ipsa fumabat…..
Philomena iam cantat in alto
I have loved the secret places
That were in the tree
The sacrifice was made luminous
The stone before the food of air
And falling from the highest branches
The tree was pulled from the earth by its roots
In such a way that the house itself reeked….
For the nightingale is singing on high
The Zelator, Mark Hedsel