let those without laurels Father, still be heard
with each reverberating stone
on the via dolorosa that must cry out
they must cry out
you will crown each word beyond anguish
barred from the flimsy door of accolades on earth
let beauty reign immortal importunate
before the anonymous singers who did not stint.
the latter day abandoned, the strangely slighted
in their own Time
by the sleight of hand, out on manuevers.
they sung to the world , through all the earth
no song without honour,
as they went down to dirt.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2023
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