WHAT I SAW WHERE I WAS
I saw the mocked on the earth
kicked and pummeled only with innuendos
with little asides and smirks
the endlessly tricked and tripped
not knowing how to react
as if in a portrait
they were only
one large tear
one large tear
the set upon by wolves
out for games in the secluded afternoons
the balmy afternoons that held such terror
and then the deluge
the mockers fleeing toward
the departing Ark
the hooting, jeering
driven to their knees
by the exigencies
and the mocked, the spit upon, the cursed
the bewildered, the pay to play
the endlessly brokenhearted
unconscious of their state
lulled into a rose petaled sleep by the angels
and heralded in Heaven
where they were loved.
mary angela douglas 14 july 2023
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