He once knew could still remember
which buttons not to push?
He once knew how to coax a smile
elicit a wish.
Grandpa may have pondered over
time’s door clamped tightly shut
before the last flames were extinguished
would resort to
and keep that soulful instrument.
He must’ve known
how they would
justify their crime
long into the black night
when he was rudely awoken
by the last howl of the refugees
now silent and
covered by venal snow.
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