He left clear instructions, and hence
we buried Sam, the maestro
whom no one except us knew,
with his French Horn, its patina and notes.
Often we should regret that we have
no ear to hear the solo dead players play.
Sam loved Tchaikovsky’s fifth.
Tim asks me if I am in for digging,
opening the decayed casket.
I already know we shall do it.
I already see how the ribs, yellowed white,
metamorphosed themselves
and attached their ends with
the slides, levers, and the pipes.
Kushal Poddar
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Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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