Shostakovich’s Symphony No. 5 in D Minor

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the mourningsong
flows from an elegiac violin:

a night vision-
a prison of barbed wire and cinders;

a starving soviet-
a stoic mask hides all his unhopes;

a bearded ghoul-
providing flour rations with grayed hands.

this young virtuoso
whose veins flow music

caresses the strings
like a too-blinded lover

and her heart
too full to fill with feeling

is left only to spill from
her swimming eyes

the tears of millions
millions who never heard a sound

behind a curtain of
the most opaque iron.