I Dreamed Of Colossus (Earlier Version)

(This is not a political poem. this is for the political throttling of the individual, individuated beauty of each  human soul; imago dei
for those who think they were born to engineer it, on both sides of the aisle. who lie and lie and lie)


I dreamed of colossus and a marble stair
where I looked out on everywhere from the last landing
on the same blank scene

and I woke up and I said I will mean
more than the vastness of snow over the empires
of no soul. those selling the moon for profit and control

and the view from the empyrean
that outranks God.

all these greek names.
what they reign over now.
sadness the myth of sadness

I believe in, all its golden apples
rolling down the hill. the Princess, in name only.
distress

and the crystal manifestations

of the king's will Cassandra and Antigone
perhaps for a little while I'll be
but never never the chorus

for the song is not good
that hammers fate, determinism home
like a nail through the heart

to rule in God's stead.
not good. let it be understood.

there's a tyranny in dreams
that lord it over others.
their sisters and their brothers.

though I am a glass harp
and not the timpani.
still, I dreamed of colossus.

and I wish I never had.

mary angela douglas 28 august 2019