Stations of the White Cross

 

a merry air of despair

 lingered over La Place de Broukère

  the bells were tolling over and over

    from St. Julien le Pauvre

 

from Belleville to Bastille

 chimed their insistent peal

  white blossoms fell on the abandoned bride

   as the unoccupied future ran to hide

 

the groom had taken to his heels to flee

 and was boarding the eight fifty-three

  departing from La Gare de L’Est

    en route to a rumoured snuff-lit fest

 

 

 

Julian Isaacs
Picture Nick Victor
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