Ode To Joy!
it's the Moonlight Sonata,
tripping up everyone who lent an ear,
hoping to become
someone great,
watching the spinning wheels of fate
tossing tarot cards
against a nondescript wall,
listening for the mystics' call;
but i don't really know
why everyone has come to the show:
some are sunning on the beach,
just out of reach
of the high tide,
listening to the muse
playing soft and low
with nowhere else to go;
or jumping inside a potato sack,
listening to the cheering crowd,
without looking back
at what might have been.
and i see
one reading Vonnegut,
sipping tea
with the parlor ladies,
asking for just one more
cup before the coming war
closes hearts and minds,
then shuts the door.
and an Indian near Bengal
heard the call
but stayed home
writing his book
about the exhausting toll it took
to wear a coat and tie.
he couldn't tell a lie.
and a lady near Hong Kong
kept repeating the same song
inside her head,
not out on the street
where it became too dangerous to meet
anyone with an individual thought.
she was afraid of being caught.
in Romania,
a brave soul screamed alone
when she found an old bone
that reminded her of herself.
she quickly returned it to the shelf.
on the gulf coast near Iran,
a disturbance roiled the waves
near the ending of the days,
yet no one cared,
while everyone seemed scared.
and in a domed house made of ice,
the frozen floor was lined with furs;
even caribou heard muffled talk
about what was his and what was hers.
in Peru,
where everyone already knew
there were Gods in the clouds,
babies were born wearing funeral shrouds
but their mothers' loved them just the same.
they knew it took more than two to play the game.
and the party was just getting started!
whatever it is,
it's not for the fainthearted.
the pages have already been torn
even as more people are being born.
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