Reflections on the Catacombs of Paris: Kerri Eleison


Note: My thanks to ChicagoNow blogger Kerri Morris whose post "Kyrie Eleison: In the Catacombes de Paris"  provided the inspiration for the following verse.

Under the streets of Gay Paree

The tourists trek  through catacombs.

Neat stacks of bones are there to see

Whose owners once had better homes.

Their  femurs cannot ever flee

Their  crania are empty domes.

So let their  bones  a warning be:

In death we all are monochromes.


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  • Formidable, mon ami!

  • In reply to MargaretSerious:

    Merci beaucoup, mon amie.

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