Sunday, November 10, 2013

And The Lilies Weep In the Fields Aggrieved For Wounded Beauty

every day that you went out
from the home you never had
they were always there before you:
the Pharisees, the Saducees

or it could have been anyone-
with their trick questions
with their trick questions

you turned inside out
till you could see clear through
them in the densest fog.

sometimes it seemed they were  the fog
rolling down from Jerusalem
or it could have been, from anywhere
while the file on you grew thicker...

golden day by day you were still here with us-

and in every capital
of what is called the world
are those who will not let you forget 
you were not welcome.

children may come with wreaths of flowers

and flowers themselves field flowers weep
and the fog itself is grieved and cannot cover cannot cover
our shame

mary angela dougls 11 november 2013