Friday, December 21, 2012
Scarred and bearing marks of ghosts,
The injured fellow abstains from blood
And the noise of his straightforward heart;
Mingled with the hare is the rabbit.
A season to be jolly, a Christmas fair
Has bloated with bleak conscience.
My stringed instrumentalists portray
A mandible of manic progression.
They shut down on the rest of us,
Finding calculus and distortions of willingness.
These prayers conclude the ceremony of the
The scarred remains of a brass instrument
Foreshadows the place with events.
Music is this and the joy of it lives,
Pronouncing a single note of deliverance.
May we avoid the black deaths
As we have forfeited!