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Pere LaChaise, Paris, 11.96

Taking the underground route

to the city of the dead,

passing by billboard ads,

we watch map sellers

watch us

while the devil

beats his wife

in the rain.

The air lacks jazz.

It's filled with the absent sound of strings

and accordion wind winding

with slow train motion.

We join the lost roamers in silence.

Words on tombstones overcrowd the silence,

clamoring recognition for names of the dead.

Flowers try to escape statue embraces

with restless child motion

and run along streets that cover every corner

of the map that doesn't explain

where the hidden violin players play

their endless music to the applause of rain.

Old women huddle out of the rain

inside open mausoleums in silence,

remembering

when they were shaped like violins.

They reminisce of old, devilish lovers

and admire the dead.

Puzzling, one flicks drizzle off her map

with a quick, dismissing motion.

Our eyes remain in motion

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under the angel rain.

We have no map

and search in silence

for famous artists, all dead,

who wait for sympathetic, serenading violins.

But I no longer play the violin;

my hands have learned a different type of motion.

I think that we are the least tragic of lovers,

not being dead

and whose only hardship is to walk in the rain,

happily,

under an umbrella of silence,

using each other as a map.

We lack the performer's right to bow.

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Death is an invisible bow

that plays the fifth fiddle string.

Death is the blackest silence

that obscures all motion.

Through it

you saw the fire

behind the rain,

saw the day render itself dead.

We use the dead

as an outdated map

of our success

and use rain

as the saddest violin song

to keep us in motion

and save us from silence.

- Kat Isacson

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