(Russell J Turner)
Xylaria longipes
‘...a 2008 study concluded that the species could improve wood for the purposes of making violins...’
Though none know when the music will begin
a quiet comes unbidden to the crowd,
the lighting fades beneath a breathless shroud
enveloping the hard white ghosts within.
She slides under that scarred and tattooed skin
which speaks of crimes we dare not name aloud,
she rises up in smoke ‒ reborn, unbowed ‒
as dead moll’s fingers pluck the violin.
Her pizzicato stories tell of thieves
who exercise control through misery,
a melody that separates then weaves
those tapestries of dumb complicity ‒
for we must all bear witness to our sin
when dead moll’s fingers pluck the violin.
RJT
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