Oh God If We Must Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Oh God If We Must



oh God if we must
crawl on our hands and knees to
nothing that was ever a shrine

will we still be the ones
you made the stars for?
almost asked a child asleep

prescient and dreamy eyed.
not all your ragged roads can
end like this, smiled the Scarecrow

deep inside; though conscious
the taste of sawdust still abides
while sampling the royal ice cream.

and it's not the way we planned it,
the guards insist while kicking up
more than the powdered snow

in this: your final winter.
I won't collate these sorrows,
I won't was my clerical litany-

tuned to the tune of the copy machines

while the lions come and go
leaseless as the sun, unticketed
unwarned with only a minor thorn

now and then, in a swiping paw

mary angela douglas 22 august 2014

Friday, August 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Sorrow
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Mary Angela Douglas

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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