Cassandra Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

an inner glass is breaking

who let the burglars in

why do I feel my soul on waking

has no bridge to mend

all washed out the burghers cry

before the last wave comes

all of the innovators, here

beating their vapid drums

stretching my heart to breaking

and then the evening comes

the last known moon has left the sky

why does my soul awaking

look for a reason reason why

the inner glass is breaking

the sun the sun can't seem to rise

the Truth can't bear forsaking

here on the verge of enterprise

what kingdom are they making

what I foresee they just deride

born of a foolish woman's pride

but the earth the earth! is filled with lies.

and fault lines emerge from compromise

and the glass of my soul is shaking.

mary angela douglas 23 november 2022; 8 february 2023