To The Desecrating Hordes Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

scarring the face of Mary once again
what harm can you do to her now
that Christ has met his end

and overcome the wounding Worm

and suffered before her eyes
before the mocking crowd
the baby she held against her

heart, and in her arms from every worldly dart defending.
how would you be mending that, would you?
her heart I mean is scarred beyond

all superficial harm you might inflict
on her image. so there's no recompense.
think on yourselves: what kind of heroes

let the light out of the sky

and darkness in.

mary angela douglas 27 march 2016