beauty rises even without walls
in chains in dark disdain neglected beauty
rises from the Cross from the pain of unrelenting
ridicule, mockery, what's in it for us to gain
beauty arises cast away shunted from place to place
for a working day beauty arises
in breakroom solitudes in rough evaluations
nothing said for the sake of the truth
beauty arises spurned doused with gasoline and b
without earnings
beauty arises left in the pouring rain to fend
turned out again
on the other side of a door that is bolted
the locks changed, in unaccustomed clothes
not at her best beauty stands on the last Strand
waiting for God and the angels to appear
in an unfeeling year.
mary angela douglas 19 march 2020
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