under the snow of dreams cast down
beauty and truth aren't speaking to each other
even the sun makes ranting sounds
everyone kicks the hero around
virtue is mocked and tempers flare
over the smallest dullest things
the chic of despair hits ready to wear
people protest for the right to hate
Christ weeps on at the beggar's gate
angels depart on their bruised wings
anyone tone deaf sings and sings
to thundering applause
and we get into our time machines
remembering when it wasn't like this.
mary angela douglas 30 december 2023
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