pity the beautiful word that cannot chime;
underground, in exile from the
naturalist poets who find
more coinage in the simple words,
they say, who barter our heritage away
lightly, while talking at the conferences or
holding forth at
the dinner tables set with wine no longer roseate;
with crystal, whilst the crystalline word 0
shivers and cries,
shimmering under the table;
really, barely even a pet anymore;
still less, Divine
since it has been decided
all around and with snifters held high
yes, Gentlemen! to banish the Divine as well
from these proceedings.
mary angela douglas 18 december 2015
underground, in exile from the
naturalist poets who find
more coinage in the simple words,
they say, who barter our heritage away
lightly, while talking at the conferences or
holding forth at
the dinner tables set with wine no longer roseate;
with crystal, whilst the crystalline word 0
shivers and cries,
shimmering under the table;
really, barely even a pet anymore;
still less, Divine
since it has been decided
all around and with snifters held high
yes, Gentlemen! to banish the Divine as well
from these proceedings.
mary angela douglas 18 december 2015
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