Title: Concert
by Al | in writing, poetry
As one, the mass
The flock, the herd
Moves arm, bends down,
Sings every word.
Together, always,
Not of choice;
A mantra clings
To every voice.
A potent force
Has each one tied;
This living blanket,
Miles wide,
Is now contained,
And every eye
Is fixed upon
The stage.
I find the idea that a few people on a stage can captivate so many people really exciting.
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