NONE OF THIS IS REALLY MUSIC

None of this is really music

Passing away

The rain in the streets

Disappearing down drains

The eclipse of the sun

At noonday

None of this really

Shines like a pearl

And then wavers

Too close to the edge

So that we weep, we weep inconsolably:

Eternity is dead

I would have said instead of music,

Anything at all than music Christ has bled

Christ has bled

But he is the music, else

All men were dead.

Mary angela douglas 5 february 2024