What Is To Be Done?

What is to be done
and torn apart
what is asunder
breaks, startles, bangs

It is doom to foretell.
History is on the block.
The noises resound.
Boys squeal as their kites rise.
The church on the corner is quiet.
There are airplanes and cars,
even stars.
The clouds wander.
The night is still.

Are you there, Wanda Landowska?
What music are you playing toniight?


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