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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?