Because my heart is weary.
Because the angel of death is singing
and dancing on the rooftops.
Because my words are only words
and lies have become
the normal currency.
Because I am a flute
and not a trumpet.
Because there is so much pain in the world
and if I speak of it
my Muse will leave me
to find another lover.
Michael Warren
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