for the poet Terri Kirby Erickson
Let now lost chariots across the evening sky
Signal to those who still can see them
Poetry in exile but not yet dead
Poets arriving on a Jacob’s ladder
Light years away
Lamenting a bartered craft.
Let’s away I said to my desolate soul
And oh in such extremity lamenting to
Where promises are kept
And friends do not at least
desert their friends
glowing like Judas in the winter gardens.
Or think that cries for help are jest
Let us make the ultimate beau geste and flee
Where storybook endings still
May be possible.
At the very least let us use the last kindling of our
freedom
If starving in the end
Still reciting the old fairy tales
And turn our backs on encroaching darkness.
And say with Christ in an Easter expiring
GOD LIVES.
And then the branching almond miracle o dawning:
Then;so do we.
mary angela douglas 6 march 2024
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