Published September 2010
Vienna summer at Eviscerator Heaven
Vienna summer
by Alison Ross
Your Klimt-kissed skies,
gold-glimmering.
Your crooked geometry of streets,
Schiele-sketched,
stealing refuge in Baroque shadows.
Mozart moans through your veins:
violins breathe fire,
inflaming your cathedrals
with sun-kissed jewels.
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