To The Unknown Poet Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

your soul, singing above the wilderness

is heard by angels, light years on their way,

stray stars.

fragments of star showers

blasted out of their orbits

by government experiments.

your Soul,

fine as mist wasn't missed except by God

lived raggedly in the past tense barely shod

but sang on earth

a bird in exile perpetually

courting invisible roses

and the jeweless Nightingale.

grow pale as dawn now, fade from the fading.

no second guessing. poet in waiting.

may your memory be a blessing, your least

call.

to those who forget to acknowledge you. at all.

mary angela douglas 17 october 2022