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Crescendo Diminuendo
Please fetch my viola I wish to play
said my love and I rose, pushed chair aside
as the Times of the Day dropped to the floor
with its wild crowd shouting
From the window we heard the yaps of the dogs
and the pounding heartbeat of a fox
the hooves of horses, the wailing of horns
and the wild crowd shouting
The news came on, it was seven or eight
the announcer rasped like a second hand car
a girl had been gang raped, the weather still cold
and the wild crowd shouting
The train to the center was later today
as a terrorist had blown himself up in the mall
there was famine in Somalia, a burnt smell of flesh
and the wild crowd shouting
Oh take me to blanket, to ear muffs, to glue
to a hut on the hilltop at the end of the world
to the notes of a requiem, joyful as death
and no wild crowd shouting
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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