The Last Song Poem by C.D. Sinex

The Last Song



I heard your fiddle.
Bow ensnarled in raven hair.
The last song we wrote.
With neither bang nor whimper. (1)
Some things just end -unnoticed.


(1) Borrowed from The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot

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C.D. Sinex

C.D. Sinex

Philadelphia, PA
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