Gabriel Gefin
Contributor
When shards and vessels meet
Where the thickened river sleeps
Our organs dance to hearty beats
And scream
“We like it loud!”
The saddened creature drinks
It wishes not to think
Its problems grow and worries shrink
It’s clear
It likes it loud
The quiet fools rejoice
They laugh without a choice
Their king cares only for their voice
When broke
He likes it loud
The belching beggars sung
Of strums and piercing thrums
A tune not long ago begun
By those
Who like it loud
A putrid stench arose
Donned coats of skin and gold
It retched and spoke of sins and woes
And hope
It likes it loud
Your needle hands have grown
Yet there is nothing sewn
Instead they pierce my skin and bones
And soul
You like it loud
I never thought to yell
For I could still not tell
If you had yet to love as well
Or not
I won’t be loud
The friendly music ends
Our dancing organs send
A final call to all who lend
An ear:
“We like it loud!”