“The Black Symphony’s Toccata”
The whole world is watching the symphony
The song is one of great vitality
Horns blare the screams frim the back
‘Run faster’
Drums on the dirt louder and stronger
And I runThe conductor’s wand gleams silver in the light
A red flare as he conducts the trio
Strings sing shrill melodies with winds fighting for glory
‘Heart will be a bleeding blossom’
The march is fading back to the beginning
Why are we running?The parades fall slowly
Until only violas smoke under the spotlight
With traitors, composers
Watching as the conductor’s sharp baton swings my reckoning
And the strings freeze
Letting the scream hang on the air
In Cities 