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The teeth have been ripped out, leaving flat brown metal bars
I plunge my hands into the rusty guts
Skeletal cadences utter forth
Like brittle chatter from sprung rods, tapping out a mystery
Rattle, rattle, rattle, rat-trapped door
The pinging of intricate machinery
The doom-down, doom-down sound of rubber on wood
Overstrung in cavernous, amid rungs and wire
Hollow discords echo inside the dead piano
Which has now become a room with no door, and one occupant
The walls begin to reverberate
Bones shatter, broken with the noise, which now falls on deaf ears
Mine