The Trumpeter

When terrifying trumpets blast

strange notes we cannot comprehend

but the simple notes permeate our ears

anyway, we separate ourselves

from all the others who listen to that same

trumpet's blast. 

And when the notes get louder

so do we, and we claw and peck 

at each other like angry magpies, 

until we've forgotten 

we all bleed the same. 

And when the trumpeter stops his song

our mangled eyes dart, and our weakened bodies

twist and turn to see what's outside. 

And all the blood is gone.