Fake Views
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
It’s funny how they build a false façade.
A pretty, add on semi-circle crowns
The church. The shape is lovely, but it’s odd:
They make a fake front beauty there, the clowns
Of architecture. Nothing is behind
The promised dome, no arc-shaped roof: just air.
The church is almost perfect for the blind
Venetians in their taste for bling and blare
Of over decoration. Marbled stone,
The marbled multi-colored marble, takes
The prize for high vulgarity. They own
That. It reminds of whore-ish wedding cakes.
..Enclosed within are Virgin and the Child
….Besmirched by ornamenting piled, piled, piled.