Sagrada Familia
Senor Gaudi, they still labour in your studio
under your eagle eye.
At night you pace the atrium
with the same impatience.
Though it must be nice
to have the bird's eye view
without the stairs.
What do you make of the tourist hordes
kicking up the dust in fifteen languages
filling Barcelona's sewers.
Does it matter
if it ever gets completed,
or can you hear the choir
in the opening hymn?
