A Song Subsides
T Tom Billsborough
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Our sounds uniquely
Are combined within the cortex
Of our minds.
Our songs.
How long
Will they withstand
The cold critique of time?
Brief fame for some ensues
Spectacular and new,
As some new Island formed
By great volcanic force,
Whilst others are divorced
By similar explosions
And now subside
Beneath relentless tides
Which pound them into dust.
How long before our songs
Will meet destruction
As language, fashion,
Slowly form a crust?
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