Music Box No. 2

there you are broken on the ground
no longer making a sound
you who were pure crystal

turned with a key

and I wonder what they have found
who smashed you so insistently
pretending to be astonished

you couldn't work anymore

and I am captive
to menagerie shadows
and the shadows shatter

on the walls
and birdsong stalls
and the snowy scenes under glass

are laid to rest.

mary angela douglas 30 december 2017