Songcraft

We struck a chord then,
she and I;
Her discord and my discord
manipulated into unity
bled into airwaves
bled into eardrums
indiscriminately—

bystanders killed by stray bullets.

We surrendered
a portion of our pain
to one another;
to them all.

Disseminating harmonic disharmony to the masses,

we broke barricades
on scenes too grizzly
to view with impunity.

Our fingers probed the loam—

our songs were gravesites
wherein we entombed the past—

Unknown fingers
harvesting
sown seeds of discontent
flowering from carcasses;

Amassing superficial beauty stemmed from
obscured decomposition.

There were
anthems to agony,
melodies from misery,
lullabies of lies.

Strange how there is succor in collective misery.