Art and Craft 2018: 7

Gargoyle Atop Notre-Dame de Paris

My body is water sermon,
Gothic frown and downspout.
I am how sin looked to God.

In the city below, laundered men
shake hands, flourish pens: how many
starve or burn this time to keep

the cannons from trembling
Our Lady. Light will pour
through the rose glass tomorrow.

Lauds will ring sweet on time.
I carry water. Nothing left
to teach by being ugly on purpose.

after the gargoyles of Notre-Dame de Paris