The unsung heroes

The unsung heroes
ironically
are the musicians.
No, not the soldiers at war
in their masses
playing out the archetype
like a worn out pop record.

It’s the musicians
who rise quietly
late in the morning with the
the world pointing at them, yelling
slackers!
theives!

They leave their lovers
still warm in the bed,
saturate bitter coffee
with dark sugar
and take up their instruments
to their hot mouths
in their calloused hands
against sky swelling chests
and cradled in arms
and do
what they must do
or else die.

Their own survival at stake, sometimes they forget about you
and when they lay down their clothes
and walk into the sound
they keep forgetting you until,
the sound consuming them –
all abandoned house afire-
they become every
one
and every
thing.

They are the re member ers
for us all
putting our arms and legs
and heads back on
particularly
after the soldiers
come marching
home

when
and
if
they
do.

poem by my beautiful friend Jen Ziel Klewitz

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