THE TWIN HORNS OVER WISCONSIN

Gazing at the distant twin horns

peeking over the green forests

of the Wisconsin countryside

I wonder if those horns,

horns that could belong

to some gigantic, hidden beast

painted by Theodor Kittelsen,

are the spires of the Holy Hill

basilica?

Atop its hill

the grand design of the Bavarian monks

carries something

of those fairy tale castles

of the mad king

into another continent

and faith.

The monks that

chose exile on this

distant Turtle Island hill

would have been youths

when those castles

rose to wreck the Bavarian

economy, and being

men that cared little

for the material

and much for the spiritual

perhaps had gazed

at those castles

with some wonder

in their minds

and sympathy

for the king his dreams

had driven mad.

01.09.2025

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