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Notre Dame has burned today. Our lady of sorrow,
Of culture, of burned. Glow through the night, flames,
Through glass we cannot make again.
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The spring sun gleams in Manhattan glass,
Even as damp cold drops unfurl me. Make my skin
Bead with rain like tulip leaves at sunrise.
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Her spire falls. She is amputated, her ovum
Smoked. Melted goblets pooled and curled in
Ash across the transept.
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Glory be to our lady, burning brightly. Alleluia,
Sing her bones to life. It is a holy weekend,
She will rise again.
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Comments (9)
I remember this. Such a devastating moment. What a gorgeous tribute and homage.
That was such a heartbreaking time, though still etched with the hope you express here, even as she burned.
Agree with all!!
This deserves more reads. An absolute wonderfully written ode
This is, indeed, criminally under read, and spectacularly written. Fantastic find.
This is beautifully written!
What a fitting tribute to her demise. Wrote with reverence as is only right.
Beautifully written. Such a loss of heritage but what it symbolised will continue regardless 🤍
This is absolutely beautiful and heartwrenching. I remember the day it burned this so accurately encompasses the feelings around it.