Saturday, October 15, 2016

Over Spoken Word

let the spoken word pour into the deserts
beyond the absurd, fractured-
the belligerent kingdoms

as if it were water.
or sway, hardly bent by storms and false alarms,
charming, yet tensile Tree

diverting us from the Flood.
it has been written in blood
by those who would not sell it out;

where are their histories now?

speak into a cloud,
a leaf, a forgotten wave
before street speech miscued

or the garish,misconstruing
carry it away:
shot down from the skies,

oh jeweled bird my Word my foreign star;
my fallen angel, phoenix, marred

mary angela douglas 15 october 2016