A Guided Tour

A poem about the Czech Republic

1 St Barbara

Remaining angels on the ceiling, the Virtues stood disproportionally
in the incomplete cathedral, looking down on us.

2 Kutná Hora Interlude

A bride with short, glittering hair is greeted by strangers fondling cameras.

3 The Bone Church

Chandeliers made of vaguely familiar fragments,
tourists beneath, smiling, their inevitable future staring at their backs.

4 The Bone Church, continued

I wanted to make obscene gestures: stick out my tongue,
pick an absent nose, blow a kiss — I don’t know why.

5 Following Bohemian Paradise

Our tour guide approaches us, brings up death, says,
What is natural cannot be bad.

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