The Dust Lies Over All

the dust lies over all
said a whisper in my head
think that instead

instead of what they said
when they thought
you weren't around

the dust lies.
the fountain lies when it
springs to life on

designated holidays
and is lit up like flowers
and all the colours are waving their flags

and you say, hopefully, is it  a parade?
the smiles fade.
the shunning starts.

the looking the other way.
and all that's light has turned to dark
but angels say, or God Himself-

be that as it may,
and though you're stranded
on the neighbor's lawn

while festivals go on and on..
and you are feeling very small
with no one no one left on whom to call-

the dust lies over all, my heart.
the dust lies over all.

mary angela douglas 18 january 2016