A Bleak and Pretty Thing
I never hoped for this,
For our music to fail.
I couldn’t see it coming and
What would I do if I did
And I knew and I heard
The drums of war drumming?
Someone dies in every downbeat
In this, the Song of life
I hear the staccato
I hear the tender phrase
Of this, the Song of Life….
Why the staccato?
Why the orchestra of rifles
With the timbre of a knife?
About the Creator
Cassandra DeBaets
Stuff, and things. Mostly good things.
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