across five schisms

the argument was fulsome, true,
but schisms were a way of life:
the enemies of enmity
were at the fifth of main and strife

but we ignored their feeble taunts,
and kept our place along the line:
across five schisms did we go,
acerbic, but still
alkaline

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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