In Homage To Arnold Schoenberg

Twelve notes!
Twelve fortresses of decadence?
So they say
These gods of blind acceptance.

Transfigured Knight,
Whose faction shocked but gave hope;
Now doomed to Hades
To give way to men of lesser scope.

The Genius;
The man who conquers with his mind.

The bourgeois god;
Does he close his eyes? Is he blind?

Schoenberg
In your dungeon of neglected bars,
Heed them not.
Ignore their jibes, ignore their stares.

Twelve notes,
Lead you a lamb to a blind slaughter;
Only wait,
Your tears shall be transformed to laughter.
You will return.
Your punishment is exile and not death.
A new order
Shall have twelve notes upon its every breath.

C.H. Shepheard U.6.


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