Musical Mortality
Musical mortality
It is so white the palest thing you will ever see
there is nothing black about death it is a screen
that hums endlessly.
The echo of eternity the song of cosmos and it
keeps you awake at night even if you play music
laud enough to tear down stone walls.
No mufflers can stop it because it comes from
your head tells of mortality when you have lit
a cigarette and enjoy a nice glass of white wine
The sin of your father, tobacco, they piped it
inhaled and chewed to stop the infernal hum
and yet they died till the silence was total.
Dry soil hitting the lid of your mother´s coffin
and a new sound was added to the hum,
a symphony of death tolls, there is no escape.
So you play your accordion compose a dirge
drink the whole bottle of wine and waits for
dawn and human noises to drown the hum.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2012
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