Before,
le plein cintre
half formed of clay
and stone,
like the opening of hands to sky,
churches made of rocks
impossibly placed
in alignment with the stars--
an open cathedral.
Now churches growing towards god,
the gallery of kings
rebuilt higher
and higher,
carved and beaten stone
statues reining,
as if birth rights
gave them the power
of divinity.
And these have diminished:
facades full of poles, and ladders,
and the molded, half crumbled forms
of these immortals,
while rocks
learned to hold sky.
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