words fall on old pavements
and they break like bottle glass
this I imagine is the fate of words
the fate of words
never heard
never listened to
and do they bleed, the words,
the words never heard
and do they flow out into
a universe of sighs
where angels pick them up
and begin their patchwork.
how do I know
who repeat the same questions
over and over and then
phrased differently
as if a slight change in nuance
could unlock
a slammed door.
mary angela douglas 18 october 2017
and they break like bottle glass
this I imagine is the fate of words
the fate of words
never heard
never listened to
and do they bleed, the words,
the words never heard
and do they flow out into
a universe of sighs
where angels pick them up
and begin their patchwork.
how do I know
who repeat the same questions
over and over and then
phrased differently
as if a slight change in nuance
could unlock
a slammed door.
mary angela douglas 18 october 2017
