February 21, 2024

big bronze baldachin

If it were not blasphemous one could well
Imagine Him enthroned beneath it on
A matching bronze cast seat, acanthus leaves
Repeating in between the volutes of
The twice man sized Solomonic column
Supporting each armrest, His feet propped on
An Ottoman, receiving haughty prayers
From parishioners and ignoring the
Hum of tourists bumbling toward their
Next museum as quietly as bees.


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