Notre Dame

This new poem was inspired by the unease I felt after seeing fellow tourists recording worshippers’ private moments of prayer during a service at Notre Dame.

Notre Dame

a glorious hulk run aground in the Seine
the pierced hull allows
schools of phosphorescent phone-fish in
to swim around the drowned nave

buttressed bulkheads
in the nautical gothic style
failed to protect the transept
from sudden inundation

the worshippers are lashed to the pews
their watery prayers
seep through the depths
in homeopathic concentration

interrupted intercession
glimpsed through a view finder
silent conversations
with a drifting bell diver

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