Word and melody

There’s a lyric
with an ‘anon’ byline
not for ignorance
but for multiplicity of author,
written by encounter and loss
hope shredded by choice and chance
abandoned in a war zone
hung from a clothes hanger,
there’s a melody
similarly composed
wrought in temperamental blend
a wayside left-behind,
a free-float in storm
and re-scripting of absurdist theatre;
word met tune
in an impossible hour
the universe stopped
waited,
but word had forgotten name
and purpose.
Melody too.

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