He is a musician,
and perhaps a journeyman
in his craft.
And the sight of him
fills me
with some distasteful mix
of rage and disappointment,
and I cannot refuse
that bitter drink.
Perhaps I could stand this
if I cared to practice,
cared to set aside those thoughts
and replace them with ones
more charitable
and more akin
to the thoughts of those around me.
But I do not care to-
perhaps that is a sin.
Perhaps the mangling
of ancient and treasured hymns
is a worse one.
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