Mi mi
re re re do,
mi mi re re do…
Go on, sing it! Do it!
Break your bloody heart,
you bastard… Break it to bits!
It is of no use to you or anyone now,
drown it now in tears, cast it overboard!
Springtime is gone, classrooms, blackboards
are no longer green, with chalk-white notes
and your little sister is not there any more
to sing notes with you, her loving heart
beating in perfect rhythm with yours --
the one that now stumbles behind
a drunk drummer -- a blundering
bastard, who hums expletives
with no rhythm or no beat…
So sing it! You bastard,
sing! Do re mi re mi
re re do…. Do it!
Do break the bloody thing!
Tatul Sonentz
2015
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