they bolt the door
and circle the wagons thrice over
all this they say to keep the wolves at bay
and boy, do they speak in code
in every single ode the same refrain
we've got a we've got a world to gain
an ever churning train on the tracks
to keep the gifted back
but Im in a dubious mode and I know better.
I know it isnt the wolves out here disconsolate
in any kind of weather
under the moonlight and freezing.their golden fleece off
the poets of light are being squeezed out or never
invited in to the raging pen at all
of the coterie the coterie with their light refreshments
their need to gain it all and win and win and win
and I wonder how their angels sleep at night, the squeezers
the panel of judges pleasers cause they're all friends or at least
a curious cadre bent on gaining the whole territory
the keepers of the gates ready at any instant to defend
not even debate
the part of the turf they happened to win oh way back when
what's that hammering I think too restless in my sleep
to bear it anymore:
the forging of crowns and crowns on crowns
a voice neither here nor there lets me know
they still have much more building to go
and Babel has never looked queasier.
mary angela douglas 24 january 2021
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