Noise cuts his wrong ear
and piles the melodies high.
Snare drums roll with ecstasy
and respond to his give and take.

Sodom on the cymbals
Gomorrah on the toms

Saxophones that shatter glasses
and trumpets that bring down stars
are frozen in the emptiness
of a band that's slain its gig.

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