Debbie Downer

Today I walked past St. Germain de Prés,
with its thousand year tower,
with Hugo's wedding bells
with the white christening gown of the Marquis de Sade
with its egg-shell frescos
with its wood-eyed angels
with its forlorn bells pouring like concrete.

Today I walked past St. Germain de Prés,
as a Frenchman was being carried out.

Its easy to forget people die here,
easier still to forget that we'll die as well.