For All The Saints Who Go Back Into The Burning Building Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

for all the saints who go back into the burning building to retrieve
the artifacts, the hearts under glass that shattered all the kristallnachts

for those who asked the follow up question under fire
the one question that made the difference.
I sing to them who for love of truth forgo reprieve

who have the need to say the word that needs saying

while the gossiping scurry, crablike, away
and sideways sideways plot to overthrow
the last one standing in a shaft of light

delivered by angels
from Eternal Night

amen...

mary angela douglas 26 april 2015