Shelley Hornsby Poems
- The Piano Father burned the piano last night. Ordered it out...
- End Of The Night. I'm done with Sitting here late into the ...
- Silence Is Not Golden. I'd love to tell you that your words...
- Statement. And then there was nothing, Not even the ...
- Childhood Yesterday I sang songs and ran down lanes that ...
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Father burned the piano last night.
Ordered it out of the house under
The strain of a regiment of men.
Strong arms lifted the iron stung boards
As they carried it down
To the field, and all I could hear
Was the deathly sound
Of a funeral march thumping
Out the pitiful silence in my ears.
I stood there watching as it burned,
Perched precariously on the pyre.
Last bugle call accompanying
The passage of its rights.
Silence met the sparks that flew
And spat with its last farewell.
And I, with childhood's tears,
Stood there and ...