at work in the rose quartz quarries
I will go back again
past all this diminishment of speech
Light is, God cries in the voice of the wild birds.
so would I if the air were pearl again
reecho that sentiment
so to defend my claim
real poetry will strive again
as Christ did
against the foolish disenchantments
and Kingdoms, of the same
though all Present disdain
till the heart grows numb;
though Song itself be dumb.
mary angela douglas 28 july 2023
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