C’est Dommage (What A Shame)

for Notre-Dame de Paris

I cannot imagine
what dreadful light
it was,
different than
the one so loved
that illuminated
the rose glass window,
nor can I
in my mind’s eye
conceive of those 
whose frozen
faces hung about
the walls 
that may not 
be saved,
melting away
after almost
a thousand years,
and though
we may still
have the towers
still watching
the city in lights
from its isle,
we cannot help
but feel
what the fire
still waits upon
Parisian air
for somewhere
to land.

© Guérin Asante 2019