echoed bravado ringing the timbers asunder
echoed hill music made with iron and wood
echo last moments, makes me wonder
what singer slings the brass, and what audience stays captive
what big band man took a trumpet and blew, what is now inactive
was it a little A caught between a blustered blare of fan fare?
was it a deep E so low in the crowd no one saw, or cared?
who knows what those gunshots say, or what they show
I'd rather be ignorant, and not know
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