Notre Dame On Fire

it was what she stood for,

            that Grand, Grey Lady,

it was what she stood there for that made the singing 

make you cry.

her reaching up to heaven tower

emaciated, down to bare bones, all the way down to the bones

of what she was.

the years peeled back.

the work of a thousand hands.

the work of a thousand backs.

all peeled back.

and God himself could look through the roof that wasn't.