The Knabe baby grand
did a cartwheel and landed
on its back,
legs poking into the air.
A Lester upright
thudded onto its side
with a final groan of strings,
a death-rattling chord.
After ten pianos were dumped,
a small yellow loader
with a claw in front scuttled
in like a vicious beetle,
crushing keyboards,
soundboards
and cases
into a pile.
(From For More Pianos, Last Note Is Thud in the Dump. Submitted by J.R. Solonche)
Verbatim Poetry 