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Each night, after dinner,
his men presented a violin to him.

He crooned its name,
caressed its back,
stroked its elegant curves,

and when it responded
to the fluttering of his fingers
with watery quivers
instead of an arching, creamy overflow,

he snapped its neck.
When they ran out of violins,
they brought him violas
and dulcimers
and harps....

The women had vanished long before.









Peg Duthie works as a calligrapher in Nashville, TN. Her work has appeared in various publications, including Astropoetica and The Poet's Canvas.
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