The Mission To The Prevaricators

she wrote of her mission to the prevaricators

how it all got washed away in the floods of no silver tongued speech

it got washed away by the mealy mouthed, the thoughtful

those who couldnt muster enough spit to spit

at the honey faced two faced lie.

let me tell you something she said.

I tried. I tried till there was nothing left

and none nearby at all and nothing left to cry out, call,

in the wilderness about, that hadnt been laid down to

a fare thed well and spelled each letter enunciated 

at the puny gates of Hell

to shout, to weep from the thesaurus of grief

to tell is straight. or in golden parables discreet yet

clear as streams

to never sing it to the choir

not to mince words, to mean what you mean what you mean

not the expedient.

He never could say anything else but true. Not in any neighborhood of rue

did Christ curtail the beautiful the fiery word.

I listened to him and not the herd.

mary angela douglas 15 february 2021