
Four muted trumpet notes, the sound
of darkness. Out of shadows come
the booted feet, the banners and the drum
driving them to the graveʼs edge.
Black clad choirboys give a voice to pain.
Torchlight can touch a cheek, trace
fear and pity in a public face,
but echoes fade to silence, and the night
takes mourners and the mourned
in its embrace.
a striking image: aural and visual —
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