An Orchestra

An Orchestra

A Poem by Zorrin86

Here 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

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Zorrin86
Zorrin86

Louisville, KY



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A Poem by Zorrin86