Tuesday, April 18, 2017

To The Agencies Whatever They Are Now

I'm not this person
who waits to be told
by your Recording Angels

you're too old to believe that you are young
and that the hills beyond
are still filled with gold.

I'm not this person
at eternal beck and call
amenable to the Wall

the sour and the sweets

constructed to please.
bearing the brand
of the ranch that bled me

no. No counterfeit soul is mine.
drift clouds across the American prairies
pour winds and waters 

into the gulf streams.

there is a God in American Heaven
and He means everything to me.

mary angela douglas 18 april 2017