World Premiere

I sit in a half empty church

as he conducts a ratbag orchestra

in a vomit-rape of Beethoven

with a tangle of high string notes

a flautist's frown

at a shrieking trumpet.

The next item

a subsidised World Premiere

of self-declared "bullshit music"

the hero deep-breathes

turns to the audience.

Ten rat infested minutes

then a shock ending

cheered by his mates

there's a polite clap

from the pewed squirmers

dreaming of the prophets

in their stained glass.

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