My latest original five-line poem is inspired in part by my latest book read (more on that soon!) and in part by my latest music binge, which in English from French translates to “a few shadowy words.”
a few shadowy words
act as the beetle trying to escape beneath my corpse,
finding it can’t burrow its way through; unable to
send a clarion message through the carrion void,
the beetle dies there, starving, its unspoken words
become the strings of a violin never touched.