To Those Who Needlessly Chastise Those With Nassuve Book Collections In Small Apartments Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I dont know what devil gets in you

to make you do the things you do

but I have seen you too often

not to recognize the type

envious of the things of light, expecting squalor.

and if you could on beautiful teacup mornings

you would smash them to smithereens

all the things that gleam for you

out of reach

on someone else's beach you deem

beneath you.

starfish, anemone

sea glass what have you

the fragile human hearts

in love with all the arts yet obdurate.

and indigent, at your mercy.

rumplestiltskins.

mary angela douglas 7 january 2023