Standing in front of the homes in ruins

in the same sacred places where Franklin

glimpsed and held lightning, among falling walls,

stone hillsides, gaping pits, the foundation

exposed looks as though teeth when breaking

through the gums.  The gigantic portico.

Near it there had gathered a large group

of people lured by the new construction,

a distinctive habit of the foolish,

absorbed by the size;  as stone the sun

is unable to enter enrages

because its mass is greater than they are.

Between the gruff scaffolds and nascent wall

is the portico like a topless skull

appearing as though an enormous lip,

livid and swelling, the crowd and wagons

exposed to daylight moved toward the shade;

as it went higher than any church could

the wonder was attached onto the clouds.

And from the middle of its large-sized walls,

the beautiful portico is rising.