The Concert

May 15, 2009
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Strangers all
Together now
Restless 'til
The final bow.

Bodies crashing
Into me.
Flashing lights.
Hard to breathe.

When the bass,
Beating loud,
Like a heart--
Blaring sound.

And the man
In the front,
Wearing eyes
Of the hunt.

Broken dreams.
Broken drums.
From the rich
To the bums.

Funny when
Deaf to words
Through the noise
We are heard.

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