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TRAPPED

The piano pounds out melodies
Chanting notes in tight phases
And me-a puddle of exhausted parts
Lay swimming on the floor…

A mask of blue shirt thrown over my head
Shielding light from my eyes
And sparing them grief from disapproval
At my submissive weariness…

Counselors both of fatigue and will
Debated uselessly my cause
But the trial was all ritual
To justify the loss…

And when the sentence was decided,
I heard no further argument
My limbs were taken away to prison
To stay the punishment…

Romeo Della Valle

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