the dome outside my window
the one with the cross and flag atop?
across the square where
four odd lanes cross?
people gather outside wearing
whatever the day brings, chatting
with backs on houses
in doorways including my own
in the process of replacement
a small few inside, sitting waiting
for the priest
for the hearse to crawl
a flood of mostly men inching
and I wonder, will the hill be too steep
as canes clicking
on pavement amidst murmurs
as the workers hammer
