The stage—
Percussion
Let me show you.
Let
Me
Show
You
How
I
Bleed
Enter the percussion
Precarious prattle
Yes, make bones rattle
The dancers—
Woodwinds
Can you hear?
Let
Me
Show
You
How
I
Push small spires
Through the ground
Welcome spring with solemn sound
The pit—
Oboe
Can you feel it?
Let
Me
Show
You
How
A celestial solo
With fruitful sounds
Grabs at ankles earthward bound
The cheap seats—
Strings
Can you smell it?
Let
Me
Show
You
Scream my name
Composer’s whores
With radical craving adore
The balcony—
Disdain
Can you mute it?
Let
Me
Show
Guttural gasps
Riot Riot
Break and smash precious quiet
Me—
Existence
Can you deny it?
Let
Me
Ruby red rouge crimson rust
Bleed.
Do you see it now?
Let me bleed.
I said it before, and I will say it again, Lily-this is one of the best poems I think I have ever read. Your pacing and your timing are wonderful, and I can hear the vibrations of the words on my tongue. Your voice is loud and clear, and I find myself wanting to read more that you have.
Wonderful job!!!