• scale the wall, dom claude

    beneath the dangling priest was the pyre
    he broke open his knees to evade the fire

    said blaze was created thus by the molten lead
    which-so poured down from the cathedral over head

    he lifted his cold eyes and saw his deformed son
    this man above him would see that he was undone

    from under the devil's egg, guised as a swollen brow
    an object, quasimodo's rueful eye, would watch how

    the gypsy's body convulsed as it hung from the noose
    the archdeacon alchemist's grip was becoming loose

    unlike sixteen year old brother, he was not by the church impaled
    instead he met the earth once more as his final breath was exhaled