At The Cathedral Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
At The Cathedral
At the Cathderal
one dusk,
the general image,
that of receding
glint of the sun's lair
The cupola of the basilica,
the basis of its strength;
the idyll-lined frames
for green verse
An idealist I may be,
but certainly no iconoclast
But at the cathedral
this dusk,
black talons of confetti
and silver coins
with the obverse faces of ex-convicts
besiege me.
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