What POEM? ROFLOL. I didn’t get it.
"All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues."Snip
"Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice."
I'm not sure we were supposed to get it. LOL I don't think it was meant for us. LOL