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THAT SWING

The taps are out of tune.

Thundering through the wall

their frantic syncopation

celebrates stars while sticks

born hoofers bathe in mud.

Disdaining mills they are

factory fodder nonetheless

manufacturing dreams

to be unfulfilled by millions.

The taps are out of time.

In our bigger picture

it don’t mean a thing.

Tony Noon