Cellist Oubliette
He bowed and then bowed,
a
bow
in
his
hair
He
bowed and bowed,
Bowed and bowed
His bow pointing up then it dove like a dove.
Rose up, rising comprising of
Sewn wind
wound round a wound
That wind, that wind
Tears on finger tips and tears on faces of
Does his audience, cry, live and living
Bass his catch
In a banned wedding
band he played
Bearing out barely
He bowed and then bowed
Bowed and then bowed
Rings of the
banned wedding band ring, rang out
