Committee

now you will be afraid, the committee droned
underneath my dream not even out from
behind the woodwork or the old t.v.


they drizzled on.
you will be afraid and we
will not tell you why


at least, not at this time
but leave you with a vague,
a sorrowful surmise


and a mist will settle on you
pervading old clothes.
a klieg light selected


for this purpose
you have been selected
for this purpose


but in the murk
Arise I heard Christ's beacon speak


inscribing light itself with more intricate light
and banish out of sight
beyond the camera's range


the jerks,
the whisperers, all.


you will take flight, committee,
from the green of my dream.
it's you that have much to fear


whispering in the ears of angels:
the reasons not to be glad.


mary angela douglas 13 december 2016