Duo
by Iain Matheson
I
Line up three violins in
Rio or Innsbruck
redolent of Eliot
vicious as oil-drums
riotously engineered
for oblivion
varnish vanishing like smoke
coiling from gargoyles
inscribing biographies
soluble in gin
II
Noon and the yellow
shadow of reckless
cellos like a tall
echo like a rhyme
made of light so much
unlike the zealous
bellows of children
lost with their souls in
enchanted places
of their own choosing