Saturday 7 May 2016

from Blackwater Quartet, selection 96



Opera

Swathed colours, a sequence.
The skies near Vienna.

The comrades in the corner
laughing loudly, for no apparent reason.

Remembering his village or his mother,
a soldier opens an old wound.

A song about sacrifice requires everyone
look towards a door just closing.

There is pride in confrontation,
beauty maintained in blood.

Within ritual movement, a knife.
Regret in a minor key.

The one who was hermit
is made king, or was king all along.

There is a baby on the bonfire,
and everyone is singing.

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