Broken Notes

The bagpipes are singing in the cemetery

and the notes last longer

than the breath it took to create them

I’ve heard this play before

and this is usually when I start asking who died,

but not this time.

This time I’m asking why the musician

didn’t practice enough first,

his notes trail off like dying thoughts,

they pierce my mind

until I begin wondering

if he’s playing for his friend.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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