To Thomas Aquinas' Mental Legerdemain

***** by Carmen Chimento *****

Part 3

Many long years, before they were born,

These same three twins, from their mother torn.

For she had died, and gone to Heaven,

Before she reached, the age of seven.

"Don't turn our heads, while we look behind us,

But isn't that monk, one Thomas Aquinas?"

"Tis I, you called?" Asked the big Friar.

Chimento asked, "Didn't you get my wire?

"Hold on you three, and know you're free,

To believe or not, the trinity.

Pray tell your names, what can they mean?"

"I'm Hare that's Hyde, and he's Jelly Bean."

"But all you three, you look the same,

Although distinct, you're one you claim!"

"We all are one, though separate,

We are the driest, when we're wet"

"Your tale is hard, to comprehend,

I wish this po'm, would quickly end."

"We have become, what you've undone,

By trying to prove, that three is one"

"Some what you wrote, there is much worth,

But Constantine's myth, you allowed its birth."

"How joyfully sad, is your false tale,

I think I heard, 'You've got mail!' "

"For me", said Thomas, "it's from the law,

They agree with me, my doctrine's straw.

I thought it sound, my theology,

Now make I must, an apology."

"Must please my church, just like a machine,

Creating the myth of a man, named Constantine.

'No gods before me', my true God said,

Why didn't I speak, 'fore I was dead"

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