who is hunting the hunters hunting the bright words
the quartz coined casting deep prisms
the poems of the starry wilds who is hunting
who is sharpening the wooden stave to hinder the golden swan
in any ballet,in any Age and to leave the stage happy in
subterranean stealth
who is happy hunting the beautiful and holding sway
and haltingly trying to say how much they cherish
the written word while inwardly slaying it, postmodernly
they have murdered the ruby the emerald escapades
of those anointed for song I know that they do wrong;such
birds fell from the mottled skies in
my muddled dream
of such a moot and muted universe said I
in the violet shade weeping,
who killed them?
mary angela douglas 28 january 2022;21 march 2023
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