Oh de Cologne

Off of the bus,
And into the awe
Of Cologne cathedral:
I stood before
Its face,
And its call
Summoned me
Into its hall
Of sanctity
And prayer.
And,
As I stood there,
I was asked
By another of the de-bussed
Whether
I was fussed
About having
KFC
Or
Maccy D.

I told her
That to flourish meant
Having proper
Nourishment.
The quiz in her frown
Made me rephrase
Into an obscenity
In the place of He-praise:
She understood
The second version
And swearingly left me
To my immersion.

The mood had gone
With her disrespectful heels' turning:
Leaving me empty
But churning.

I walked out from the cool dark
And into the crowd:
Greeted by golden arches,
Farewelled by the shroud.

Back on the coach,
Sleeping bellies contentedly smitten
With the land of the authentic burger.
And so much cheaper than in Britain.

My belly on the journey back
Was filled,
With something else,
That had been killed.

13:01, Tue. 20/03/2007.




Poetry by Mark J. Wood
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Written on 2007-03-20 at 14:11

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Peter Humphreys
This really made me smile for so many reasons, not least because I know Cologne Cathedral so well! Sometimes the real nourishment we need comes in words, thoughts, images as you say and not the circular form! Spiritual and not 100% Beef!!
2007-03-26


salem
deep pain
i like it
2007-03-20



sharp, true, sad, enlightening,...and the compliments could go on for minutes:) I loved it, and therefore bookmarked it! thank you for bringing to the bay this sample of inspiration :)
Lilly xxx
2007-03-20