Food for Thought-A Violent Lingering Hanging “E”

A Violent Lingering Hanging “E”

Their straying lament amazes me,
its wandering melody causes to me flee,
from the moment I’m standing in now,
this sound I cannot stand how it resounds,
it is a violent lingering hanging high “E”,
wailing me toward some Byzantine Sea,
minor chords of social displacement,
refuse to change key and end my debasement,
on some distant beach of burning pyres,
the celestial orb conducts our desires,
I wait for the sound to fade away,
so the widows my wail another day,
and when the old dirges begin to rot,
they may sing magnificat.

–Richard Bryant