The model of Mainz Cathedral made by John Merrick (Source: Flickr Photos)
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The Paper Cathedral
In the basement of a hospital
the Elephant Man resides,
assembling little bits of paper
by the light of a single taper,
making a golden cathedral
in the refuge where he hides.
His normal hand can do the task,
gluing each tiny piece.
His other hand, of useless shape,
reminds him there is no escape.
No cure, no human-looking mask
can make his anguish cease.
He honors his Maker. He must believe
God loves him with his flaws.
Like God’s, his face must not be seen,
too terrible without a screen.
Making beauty, he need not grieve.
For a time, his pain withdraws.
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Edits:
S3L3: Like God, his face must not be seen, > Like God’s, his face must not be seen,
Version 1
The Paper Cathedral
In the basement of a hospital
The Elephant Man resides,
assembling little bits of paper
by the light of a single taper,
making something beautiful
in the refuge where he hides.
His normal hand can do the task,
gluing each tiny piece.
His other hand, of useless shape,
reminds him there is no escape.
No cure, no human-looking mask
can make his anguish cease.
More hideous than Caliban
but such a gentle soul,
He glorifies his unseen God.
Fighting sleep, he starts to nod,
unable to lie like a well-formed man,
his head too big to control.
Upon the table where he labors
a gold cathedral gleams.
His lovely work has such finesse;
his tortured spirit will express
his longing for friends and neighbors,
and the lady who haunts his dreams.
He honors his Maker. He must believe
God loves him with his flaws.
Like his, God’s face must not be seen,
too terrible without a screen.
Now, asleep, he need not grieve,
his misery withdraws.
Wanting only to be free,
one night he lays down his head.
He wonders why God chose him for
the vessel into which He’d pour
this torment. In the morning he
lies lifeless on his bed.