in roman fields
what gods could heal
when men were never at their ease
and citadels fell very well
flowerlike, in the faintest breeze
perhaps too easily it was said of these
in midnight frays
without attending angels
it's all ancient history now;
say those who never encounter the real
conquest of the Christ that came
how blasted hopes could not be named
and vanished until the Resurrection
catch if you can spare meanings here
his soul could never disappear
mourning the cities he had loved
the small towns and
the departing dove
from the ark of hell's vanquishing.
when Love ruled at last
in our favour.
mary angela douglas 19 may 2023
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