The Opera Singer Poem by Raj Dronamraju

With windows rolled up, we could still hear the voices of pedestrians at a crosswalk calling to each other in greeting
And you asked "Their voices are so loud and I can hear them so clearly.Are the windows really rolled up?
And I said "yes" and thought that I could your voice very clearly when it is raised

It is not only loud enough to go through glass when you are angry but loud enough to break glass when you are angry
Like an opera singer
Metal brassiere pointed like gun turrets
Brunhilda with horned helmet and pigtails

Vibrato waves push with gale force gruffness
You sing a song that shatters my heart windows but won't be played exactly the same again
Loud and heavy is the blow delivered
And fanatical was the practice that went into its delivery

You tore your costume getting the volume out
Our libretto is trivial but not very tragic
In a social circle, atonal knights take opposite sides
They fought a duel, I don't know who won