The church on Henry’s square

Outside:
Sombre stone and glittering Douro.

Inside:
Ecstatic saints.
Rococo in Brazilian gold.
The rapture of a Moroccan massacre.
The rhapsody of Jesse’s tree.
A tangle of victimhood and victory.

Between:
A lunchtime rush for salvation.
Immortalising souls with disposable cameras.
Violence in their viewfinders.

Beneath:
The dead in boxes.
A destination to consider.

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