Twelfth Century Church Carved Inside a Mountain,
chiseled out of stone. Such cold rooms
with what words spoken
still wanting to echo? Such human drive -
to physically make another world
available. The metaphysical.
This anteroom full of coughing tourists -
what drives us? Association: Oh, Howe Caverns,
oh tourist trap the stone teeth and bowels
of which were backlit like an Italian restaurant.
I traveled three thousand miles
only to see you. Oh, other worldliness -
the places I've already been. Oh, man
standing next to me
registering disgust with the tombs,
the bodies one had to walk over
in order to get to worship.