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Beslan (Sonnet) by Ranger

In your hands the balalaikas burn with nervous friction’s flame. Jesting tongues of poppy-reddened fleeting fools adjourn for second dawn-light’s gut and wire-strung triangular and splintered fretted frame. All notes run sharp but stave the coming gloom: the clouding air is low. You sing your shame to falling stones of heaven’s crumbling tomb, and balalaikas cry again to call their children home. The ragged choirs resound in song to praise the holy minor fall of Hallelujah. Angels curl around like ruined smoke in eyes which turn opaque, as men atone and children’s voices break.

Dovina 6-Jun-07/12:01 PM
I heard a balalaika played with Russian hands, and would prefer the singular in line 1, makes is more personal. And the possessive friction's in line 2 seems superfluous. Why is the fretted frame splintered? The triangular frame might be splintered, but the frets are on the fingerboard, and splinters would hurt. I like the sound of this, "holy minor fall of Hallelujah" especially.




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