people were hamming it up at the Kennedy Center Honors
outside a drizzle, a mist above the Potomac
the recessive angels sang, the small birds
Whitman in the dock, who else
angels have run amuck
somewhere a crystal clear star is shining
unobtrusively
to God belongs all acclaim
I whispered in the rains
to the mists above the Potomac
recitative and the long dawn lost
after the longer night
angels wept in the outer rings
the monuments kept watch
the moon like a marble
stilled the music of the heart
except where it turned to Glass
as on the day after battlefields
and beauty has drained, at last, the cup
while people are hamming it up
at the Kennedy Center
center of whatnot.
mary angela douglas 26 december 2018
outside a drizzle, a mist above the Potomac
the recessive angels sang, the small birds
Whitman in the dock, who else
angels have run amuck
somewhere a crystal clear star is shining
unobtrusively
to God belongs all acclaim
I whispered in the rains
to the mists above the Potomac
recitative and the long dawn lost
after the longer night
angels wept in the outer rings
the monuments kept watch
the moon like a marble
stilled the music of the heart
except where it turned to Glass
as on the day after battlefields
and beauty has drained, at last, the cup
while people are hamming it up
at the Kennedy Center
center of whatnot.
mary angela douglas 26 december 2018
