Poem for Gregory



By M.D. Ward



And the band plays on. 

Midnight's heart beating out Loud

In the hands of a Saint.  

Silver Saxophone Mr. Fantastic 

Trills and spills licorice soul 

And giants rise from the dead. 

Coltrane laughing 

In the cool green rain

Miles on a flying carpet 

Smoking his blue horn

There's a red spotlight

On a Muse infused to electric strings 

That sing like mystic birds forgotten 

He glows in the dark 

Bright as the moon.

Bongo Jack 

The King of All That 

Shines the skins 

And the Magic begins

Inside this little nook the God's Dwell 

Their hearts beating out loud

In the Hands of a Saint. M.  




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