La Cathedrale engloutie

in mist it sits
beneath the sea, suspended
wait for it to emerge,
silence speaks in caged movement

O the blessed are cursed,
peu a peu sortant de la brume
relics cry with the anguish of fire,
ashen hands grasp for life, while priests
laugh

what splendour, what guise!
Behold, the pearl of the sea shatters like glass,
yet it remains to rise, resurface, while priests
purge


holiness chants with a veil,


it is sunken