The Cathedral

The rubble spread and own the ground
The haughty murals recoil
Prim buildings that line the streets crumble to the ground
Folks stare at the vestige
It used to be a fine place, fine town
But there lies an anomaly
Right in the middle of this town lies a structure of steeple and nobility
It’s unharmed and pristine
No faults, not even a hint of a crack
It stands up high
Holding its dome with pride
Folks stare at the incongruity
It’s something that can’t hide.
….The Cathedral