Composition/When The Last Cell Flickers Like A Waning Star (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

when the last cell flickers like a waning star
may we still be found believing as we always did
that the last breath mattered
in a foreign wind;
the last note in the native song, prolonged and crystalline
that music should go on and on,
no emerald lost from the setting;
for each note carried on the page composed
a secret and unfailing angel.

mary angela douglas 6 february 2022