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top of the key:
holding a note like it was a woman,
running the edges of music with trills,
so a trumpeter of the court knows.
he knows the abrasive follies of a milk-white king,
beating his kingdom like a dying thing,
hacking pain into fringes.
sage? elden? ignobly noble,
the king comes in; a page incites "fanfare, man,"
blinking hard once-the rite of the thing,
and the trumpeter blows and blows.
holding a note like it was a woman,
running the edges of music with trills,
so a trumpeter of the court knows.
he knows the abrasive follies of a milk-white king,
beating his kingdom like a dying thing,
hacking pain into fringes.
sage? elden? ignobly noble,
the king comes in; a page incites "fanfare, man,"
blinking hard once-the rite of the thing,
and the trumpeter blows and blows.