Name That Tune

by Terese Svoboda

Twice, like plants left in her care,
they die. Now what she’s holding is
as large as both husbands’,

the hand of her dying son.
A box of old toys falls from
a shelf, exploding with motes

as fine as an organ grinder grinds
his organs, with her on his shoulder.
Save your penny. The way Christ

took away law to postulate love as a guide
is the scaffold released and her
swinging. Love? The monkey won’t dance.

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