Treasure Island

Alden Nowlan

(25 January 1933 - 27 June 1983 / Stanley, Nova Scotia)

A Poem About Miracles


Why don't the records go blank
the instant the singer dies?
Oh, I know there are explanations
but they don't convince me
I'm still surprised
When I hear the dead singing
As for orchestra's
I expect the Instruments
To fall silent one by one
as the musicians succumb
to cancer and heart disease
so that toward the end
I turn on a disc
labelled Gotterdammerung
and all that comes out
is the sound of one sick old man
scraping a shaky bow
across an out-of-tune fiddle.

Submitted: Friday, April 02, 2010

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