Minster View Poem by Christoph Praus

Minster View



Across from me The Minster rises,
A tower pinnacle'd like a hand,
Openly grasping the steely clouds,
The other a closed fist or not,
Perhaps an arm without a hand?
Stop at once to consider such a crisis,
To have left an arm without a hand,
Left without a hand,
Left without.

Friday, April 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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