By Ahmed Latif
Sinister torrents of sorrowful tunes trickled onto the streets.
The string section strung along with the accompanist’s silent doubt.
Flutes were confiscated before they had performed a note.
The orchestra played this flood into a frenzy.
Screams of tenacious sopranos and tenors tormented the metronome.
They spoke in a language cursed to be curse-less.
A slow dance synchronized to the sounds of a rancorous and dubious silence.
I doubt any of this was real, except for the music.