MY GARGOYLE FACE
Gargoyles staring back, waterspout faces intent
on remaining. I will be working on that : here I
sit, looking up. I am a face of my own, my
masonry precipice of doubting and wonder.
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When they put up this building, everything was
so much easier - stonemasons in place, carving
to belittle their world. Around them every form
of caricature watched as, far below, humans
on horses and in wagons looked upward.
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To see some glory in God, to find some likeness
of a heaven or their own wicked glory. To convince
themselves that they'd convinced themselves of
something. How different, then, all that masking
of faces while men with hammers and
chisels went busily about their work.
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