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Thursday, December 15, 2022

Melody

The orchestra is silent,

No vibrating instrument,


Nor air, sweet or dissonant.

The players left the stage


Striking one note — of rage.

An object of odium,


The conductor sits the podium.

The composer’s score,


Scattered on the floor,

Will not be heard anymore.