He knew the history of this instrument
how to make it sing
which frets would elicit a wish
coax a smile.
He may have pondered
over the cost
long before
time’s door
clamped tightly shut
before the last embers
glow
what they
would do to
keep this
soulful instrument.
He must’ve known
how they would
justify their crime
long into the black night
when he was rudely roused
by the last howl of the refugees
now silent and
covered by venal snow.
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