Driven
Into seduction of figurines
By a divine light,
.
The maestro steps forth
With baton in hand
.
Like cowherd
Ready to raze so many fields
Of their despondent atavism,
.
Trumpets, trombones, clarinets and tubas,
Infants
In slots,
TV minstrels,
.
Self-conscious
With jackets in lockers,
Denizens of cocaine and heroin alleys.