ART AS THE GHOSTLY SOPRANO

by June 15, 2020 0 comments

This is the love among the dead
…these are those high operatic notes
…that gorge of meat and wine and bread
…that private castle leaking hope, despair,
the two the same in desperate sighs

encased in predatory motes
to keep away the warlike herds
of Mongols milking mares and goats
with lost dreams much like lullabies
composed by angels

….without words…

editors note:

And, yet, we must sing them… – mh clay

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