The Untitled Poem of 4/3/2018 - TBOUT

We'll hang up our cowls & capes In the thick of the collapsed ruins Cranking one last tune on expired phonographs Groaning as osteofluorosis plays his merry tune again Still, gazing with the vast emptiness of long-lost eyes, As a long lost chord haunts these halls again, we mutter : "I can hear it now, like I heard it then."

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