Musical Trenches

Trebled times envisioned

by the staff leader’s shadow,

the rise and end of a boastful summer cadence.

The one looks at five.

 

Soulful, enigmatic, leering

by the brushing broomsticks on decks

to the last breathing branch of song.

Making trenches,

filling trenches,

fast as the shovels scoops

the bugle sounds.

 

(all rights reserved – Mary L. Bedient)