Remembrance Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

for Vladimir Konstantonovich Bukovsky and all, all the others..


under a wolfish moon perhaps some think they were dispersed

and darkness triumphed or mere negligence and the sweet earth sank down

in grief

and later to forgetfulness, embraced by a false Spring.

I am speaking of the dissidents of Russia that have become somehow

as though they had not been

but God, and I-

remember them.



mary angela douglas 25 november 2020