Facades - a Sestina

October 2019

As I thought it a shame, the beauty of the cathedral,

Nothing haunted me as much as its hold.

My father only sang when my position was fetal,

My mother prayed each time the bell tolled.

Nothing haunted me as much as its hold

As it conducted less good than it did evil.

My mother prayed each time the bell tolled.

The dim haze of refusal would prove to be lethal.

As it conducted less good than it did evil,

Those who trusted were only to be controlled.

The dim haze of refusal would prove to be lethal.

I hoped they would soon return from gold.

I will find my path however it may fold.

My father only sang when my position was fetal.

Never did I wish to walk through the threshold,

As I thought it a shame, the beauty of the cathedral.