Music is the language without words
it strikes the heart by blowing away
the phrases and sentences like
prayers inscribed on thin wispy shreds of cloths
fluttering and flapping in the howling wind
a blowing of the conch shell mourns
the day the earth shattered
Music enbalms the hopes of a foetus aborted
as rocks pelt the unborn
the book of life and death
unpublished
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