Ensemble in Madness

Fri, 07/26/2013 - 18:03 -- mrg7672

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My skull cracks
Against the wall at
Every-distinct-slam
Of the cell doors.

 

Patients’ constant banter
Jackhammers into my brain.

 

The wailing coerces
With the others
That only I know.

 

Like a screeching symphony,
Trumpeters blare supplemented
By shrieking fiddlers.

 

The players manipulate
Their instruments
With insane skill.

 

My skull is the crucial
Percussionist.

 

I beat my drum
For it is the head drum.

 

My drum snares
Me as the finale approaches.

 

I beat upon it
Until the skin wears thin.

 

It snaps. I snap.

 

The finale approaches.
The orchestra is silenced.

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