so should the drowsing brands be plucked
from the dreaming fires of what could be
abruptly into charred reality, or anonymously
than that they should be read complicitly
and misconstrued
the poets made of fire and dew
the more than eloquent
now conscripted to serve
the politically absurd
better to tread no stage at all
and never to be named or known
than to survive millenia this way
so to assay the future
so to no avail
not to prevail for ages from their rightful souls
but ever to be trolled, marauded, bought and sold
defaced from view, repackaged in a petulant nomenclature
who raced their chariots toward a peerless sun
in words of gold of pearl now read,
now lectured on, as if they were done.
and never dreamed at all.
mary angela douglas 24 september 2022;22 february 2023
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