When he first brought his music into hell
He was absurdly confident. Even over the noise of the
shapeless fires
And the jukebox groaning of the damned
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He had forced the stones to listen. It wasn’t quite the same. And the people he remembered Weren’t quite the same either.. a very good poem. tony