Skyward Fiddler

a procession passes round the town cathedral
the wind rends the Death bas-relief
near the astrological entrance clock
like a wrested tiger claw

the green violin’s bow skips over strings
only a sad and stony Madonna smile
glides through the barbed wire
of blue stained glass

the cemetery chapel is always silent
one can hear stone wings breaking
heavy fir branches freeze above tombs
the sun sets on fire the snowfield
stretched out without traces

in an endless white Sunday
young trees are learning to rest
women have beads of sweat on their front
men cry staring at the sky
time is measured in candles
from stalactite to stalagmite
baptized wed
and departed

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