An OrchestraA Poem by Zorrin86Here the workers work tirelessly At no work in particular, Some scrounging in a corner For pieces of black bread dowsed in vinegar, While overhead an orchestra plays with violence unmitigated, Sounds tempting and summoning an ancient sorceress That animates your spine With occult cadences articulated © 2018 Zorrin86 |
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Added on May 23, 2018 Last Updated on May 24, 2018 AuthorZorrin86Louisville, KYAboutAvid reader...writer, musician, artist of sorts...into esoterica, spirituality, mythology, classical literature, a delver in many things. more..Writing
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