Men in Love and Men Marching to Battle
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LAS MAÑANITAS ‘VICENTE FERNANDEZ’ (youtube.com)
A certain crux of cells in brains collects
Just singing, nothing else. A harp may play
As if an angel plucks it. Architects
Of music and of poetry think they
Will touch the heart, and so they do, but throats
In singing touch these special cells. Alone
Such song from tongue and mouth provides the notes
That lift the mind that poems and the tone
Of violins can never reach. And then
When throats and voices sing together, no
Art other can compete with that. When men
In chorus sing, their loyalties swell, glow.
We march our hearts in rhythm’s song and sound
And exponential moods rise, wide, profound.
~ Phillip Whidden