No one wants to hear this song.
Discarded sheet music
trial by neglect
perpetrated oblivion
where flattened bruised and dying notes
won’t make an incriminating sound.
Lyrics lose consciousness,
unburden internal bleeds
in a world fixated on business as usual
despite building body counts of dead rhapsodies.
Apathy
tramples rotten corpses of long dead melodies,
pays a specialist team to disinfect and sanitize,
erase that nauseating putrefaction
of broken-necked scales and octaves which tried
for one last breath of prophecy belted out
having acoustics advantage
to no avail.
Until
chords rally martyred commands
of the maestro’s resurgent calls for his children.
Floods nature with refrain.
Conceives verses, gestates rhythms.
Reincarnates songs by evil slain.
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