Dear Lord it does console
that you see beyond walls
in secret annexes and cells
little apartments
and behind the smiles
the requisite villains
hide so well
an enormity of suffering
about to uncoil
but how to explain
to people living in sunlight
how it feels to live in shade
to people on land, the colour of nearly drowning
to say to someone in a brightly lit office
I almost froze to death in this building
in the last four days of the holiday
and that person looks up with a smile and says
(profesionally speaking, or as at the close of the
working day)
as if she heard faint music with no eardrums at all
the trumpeting of the mute swan
oh Really
mary angela douglas 30 december 2022
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