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BEETHOVEN IN THE WOMB

 

Took the time

To write the lines

That described a perfect life

Lived out

Unto a graceful plateau

Overlooking the Bay

Sun, moon, stars,

Pines, Redwoods, Oak

Crows, owls, doves

Coyotes, foxes and bucks

Stamping out their paths

And listening to everything

Like Beethoven in the womb

Absorbing motifs

Ready to describe Heaven

With chords so chosen

Because words, well, they are just words

While music can depict a vision

And when combined with words that are wise

The idea is realized

         We are in the grasp

         The walls of government ascend

         While the Southern Border bends

         Pushing north to the high plains

         And East to Manhattan

         Where the newscasters frown

         And finish their fresh caps

         While quaffing quaaludes to calm down

         While the heat grows

         From the burning bodies

         Formerly camped in the alcove –

         Victims of self-immolation –

         Gas burner in a tent went awry.                             230920.2