death rules
death rules and society feels the fear
knows the pain of loved ones taken early
This taking was early, but later than many
the family has been waved to
the hospital shunned
(not walked to as was threatened)
the digger of graves
paid as promised
the wealth divided
as predicted
But the brain-music stays
remains intact
the phrases still keep turning:
the pumping relentless sweated thrust
the fretted run of notes
the never-satisfied rhythm
the need to never end
All spooled out into legacy-ghosts
posterity-locked by electronic capture
settled in the memories
of the lucky hearing crowds
But the world has still got slightly drearier
the world has still got more simplistic
the world has got more superficial
For peace is a complex pattern
peace is a silence strafed by conflict
peace is a music rumbling onwards
peace is the next stage
and the soundcheck is done
Time to rule another venue:
heavy-thinking in a different place
(a new dancefloor infinity)
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