Christ walks the streets of Venice

by strannikov

Christ walks the streets of Venice,

has long since become a regular:

but no one sees him,

His pictures are all over.


When He passes by outside,

I see him through the wet dust I smell

on my cloudy panes,

though I've hidden His pictures.


Is it water He walks on?

or does He walk on the water-borne dust?

The streets strewn with ghosts

scream loud but are never heard.


Christ walks the Charleston harbor,

the stones haven't screamed as long.