Discography of Silence
What is the point of grandma’s lullaby
if the child nestled in her arms
cannot be soothed?
Or the wail of the bagpipes,
lost as easily as the soldier’s body,
bloody and bruised.
See the shrike
and her cries in the wind,
left unheard and reproved.
By this, music is forgotten,
and seen as a mere
needle in a groove.
Copyright © Jacqueline Kinloch | Year Posted 2023
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