To The Unsung Of The Ages, Or Sung Too Late, Obscured Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

let those without laurels Father, still be heard

with each reverberating stone

on the via dolorosa that must cry out

they must cry out

you will crown each word beyond anguish

barred from the flimsy door of accolades on earth

let beauty reign immortal importunate

before the anonymous singers who did not stint.

the latter day abandoned, the strangely slighted

in their own Time

by the sleight of hand, out on manuevers.

they sung to the world, through all the earth

no song without honour,

as they went down to dirt.

mary angela douglas 21 august 2023