In The Weeping Hour

in the weeping hour
that comes to us unforeseen
when the golden things,

people and places
are falling apart struck by an unseen hand
and the heart the heart 

as Brodsky said goes on living
even while it seems to you
that it could not

let us weep diamonds then
let us speak pearls while human words remain to us
that do not have to be rented, bought or sold

out from under us

of defiant joy

so that beauty even in falling apart
may remain on earth.even though we are forgotten
even though we forget.

let Love be the victor yet.
though tenantless. torn down
stone by stone.

mary angela douglas 16 august 2018