And twas said a bliss
Foaming unto Nirvana
From Heavens beside
After drowner paddles.

His Beethovenian grey
Stood giraffe on the flag
Strutting a victor stance,
The triumphant trumpet.

The elegance of his tunality,
The soothe of his brasses,
The souls of his swansong,
Awe-strucked a wonder feel.


© Ken Orlene Tari