We were so good,
we,
to exhume the bodies of saints to
make money and spending them in favor of
those whom has shaped with wax a face,
stitched his dress,
built glass case and
an inlaid golden coffin to shine and show its glow
forever and ever.
Spent to bury those whom,
with their hands have believed,
digging in the earth,
moving the debris of time and touching
what that time had contaminated,
they hoped to be considered innocents
after they had sinned so much.
Because it is difficult to distinguish a sinner
from a saint.
Unless,
left the spade,
one non-string in his hands the money
offered to him by another that,
in the eyes,
has the glow of gold.