What Once Was Music Is Now the Crashing of Towers
What once was music is now the crashing of towers,
Tumultuous tumbling down to bury the bodies
Of people known, and unknown, and no longer known,
And every breath we draw is the drawing of ashes
Of the trees that once gave us air, now dying
In the flames of our iniquity, our perdition
Now takes our tears and rises the oceans,
Until the waves overtake us, and we drown;
All this is nonsense, insensate. The music
That once was our love is now merely the
Clanging of cymbals, the clanging of a madman
Who laughs at us, telling us that our deaths,
In the rubble, in the fire, in the depths of the oceans,
All these deaths
Is simply is
What it is.
MR
2020-0911
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