To Cry Without Tears Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to pierrot, painted with tears]

they are plagarizing your tears
night and day night and day
sang pierrot

not to columbine
and the whine of their process
distresses me sorely

he sang to his small lute
they have stolen my tears
from furtive moments

in secret passages made public;
in the public square
the thief of griefs

can only shine.

get your own!
I cried but O
there were no tears left

mary angela douglas 11 october 2015