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Lament
by Christine Tsen
Please just let them sing the sun up
accompanying Orphean lyre
Songs my mother taught me rising in airy strains
Beatrice and bird, that nightingale in 1924
or an outpouring of wood pewee wholly obsessed
as a musician who nestles his gaze inside
incandescent turn of tune
and it makes no difference whether marsh warbler
that little itinerant artiste
or one of many a sparrow
I don’t
want them suffering and I’m
so bereaved
at that image of syrinx molested
by velvet glove
no, it’s not alright in the name of science
to kill the songbirds
let them sing
encores kick-ass and sweet
prodigious talent or prodigal pips
let them sing!
Lament
by Christine Tsen
Please just let them sing the sun up
accompanying Orphean lyre
Songs my mother taught me rising in airy strains
Beatrice and bird, that nightingale in 1924
or an outpouring of wood pewee wholly obsessed
as a musician who nestles his gaze inside
incandescent turn of tune
and it makes no difference whether marsh warbler
that little itinerant artiste
or one of many a sparrow
I don’t
want them suffering and I’m
so bereaved
at that image of syrinx molested
by velvet glove
no, it’s not alright in the name of science
to kill the songbirds
let them sing
encores kick-ass and sweet
prodigious talent or prodigal pips
let them sing!
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