MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
A dead party is crashing through the floor
In the middle of a church is the darkness
Prying open a door
In the wilderness of town
A girl is plunging headfirst through the window
Though she said
She didn't want to
On the way down
Listen to the sound, crying in the meadow
Singing in an empty room
In his bedroom his mother makes a bed
Under the table where the secrets were
The drugs are still hid
The pictures before the war
Where he was then peacefully waiting
Before the bullet
Killed the man
Stashed inside a drawer
Listen to the sounds, crying in the meadow
Coming from an empty room
A room enters a man full of whispers
Consumed by the quiet stairs down the hall
A weary listener
Can't just fall asleep
But in the darkened rooms of Mom and Mr. Who
Her body
Is half undressed
And very calm
I hear many sounds, crying in the meadow
Coming from the empty rooms
A street is flashing the legs of a whore
In the corner behind the steps, the cameraman sits
Warming up the corpse
Amidst the foggy breath
Two eyes are open wide in a frozen rattle
Where the battle
Between love and death
Seems to loom.
The only sounds, there crying in the meadow
Are from an empty room.