Her voice, rough
Trick of will and breath
Erodes out.
Even knowing
She's beyond all trouble now,
It's a worry
To listen.
The cabaret law, what
Was it? Gone like spats.

Now her trumpet of a throat
Begins to weed.

She works harder
To convince these notes to stay,
To treat her right.

Cornelius Eady is the 2000-2001 visiting writer at City College

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