It's Still Life

Note: Please read Spira’s post above and listen to the YouTube music video. This is my response to his post and accompanying music.

Another Utterance

This is music
that tears a hole
in your soul’s fabric

It does what those
of time and circumstance
cannot do for themselves.

It is a stave
for an undoable past,
and we listen as you sing,

and then wash
our wrists with it.

a.i. imagery and poem ©Misky 2006-2024. This post is a “response poem” to Spira’s post of Untimely Utterances, Part VI “Find me, Okay?”