aka “Who put a quarter in the machine?”
Hush! Wait,
did a poet just die?
slipping into my soul
ink bleeding on paper
as a last chance attempt
to sing?
Does the Muse
who handles
mishandling of words
shake in despair
and cry to the Gods
at this thief?
What then
the reason
the
sorting
of sounds
the
the
inspiration.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology