to those who write across each door
abandon hope, all you who enter here
for what philosophers, have we listened to you for
just to be taught completely to believe in our own doom?
these the poets, these the seers presided o'er
postmodern years and modern too
and shall I crown with laurel your proclivity
toward leaving God, mercy, Divine love and
human courage totally out of the picture?
what shall we do with you in future generations
calling you out from Sheol freshly crowned
with another spin at the Wheel
paint you into your own paradoxical halcyon corner?
that you may see what it feels like
to be young, to be free
and to have ruinous teachers.
mary angela douglas 10 july 2023
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