After Notre Dame No. 2 (1907)
The statement stands – void like a statue –
Within space – without space.
The crippled state of the stone blurred,
From the seam to Babel’s
Misguided ideal to its false reality.
And as a vague part of the daily furniture.
Of they who pass by, on the bus or the tram
Reading books or newspapers.
Or just nonchalantly dreaming along.
In a form of, sui genis there for even the richest.
Why where these statements built?
There for dictates for the poor are no
Dictates at all – only silence as their ears bleed.
As they only seek a thin slice of paradise.
…and just seventeen years before,
A tempestuous restless mind
Commented on a similar scene.
Van Gogh’s ‘The Church at Auvers’ –
Who saw the impeding overshadowment
Of the doorless private members’ club –
He would never he could never enter
Or be invited in to share their cup by deed
As the might of blood spilled
One drop to wash the world – while
The earthly paths lead round to
A doorless Impenetrable man-made Island
Where the inhabitants find
Their own private Eden