A POEM by NICK SOLURI

A POEM by NICK SOLURI

The Orchestra Always Plays

Caged with loose wire,
careful not to set off
The Trumpets, they blaze
and howl ’til morning,
I stare shallowly
among the others.
There was a time
when I believed what they said.

The Big Man feeds me
every day, if I’m hungry or full,
stuffs my throat full of shit.
This does not taste good,
I say, and The Trumpets flare
“Eat now forever!”
So I eat with a sense of
regret that I’m told to feel,
as I have been scolded so.

The free air outside my cage
smells of love and fresh honey.
We sit, The Trumpets,
among an orchestra of naysayers
ready to play our noise.


Nick Soluri is an undergraduate student at Union College in New York.  He’s been previously published in Occulum, The Slag Review, and The Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine.  He hopes his friends will stop giving him a hard time about his poems.  His Twitter and Instagram are @nerkcelery.

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