Lament For Slaughtered Speech Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

how could it be the beautiful words that I loved
struck down at midday by all those who won't say
a thing one golden thing but cliché
how could It be
the buzz words all gaining ascendancy
on waves of my memory washed out to sea
the cherry delicious the lime pie fictitious
the yearning song
I knew for so long
bartered and sold
and birthday bought out
by those with the clout
to make it all go away
the words for the Beautiful, come home to stay.
mary angela douglas 26 september 2023