ARPEGGIO FOR TORTURERS
by Howie Good
It’s music written for prodigious instruments
not yet invented, and which the violinists
rehearse even so, but without the conductor,
who keeps to his dressing room beneath the stage,
searching the phone book for the address
of the Commissariat of Devastated Regions.
All week long, surly drunks have handed out flyers
on the corner announcing tonight’s performance,
rumored to feature nightmares that were chained
in the basement for years and fed on table scraps.
Now, as the orchestra tunes up, grunts
pour into the street from the high, dark windows
of the concert hall, and the few people passing
at this late hour quicken their steps toward home.
Art: Untitled by Jon Zowalki
Sketch, Ink and Paper