The Heugum's Call

The haegeum weeps in 

Moonlit alleyways, its voice

a fracture in the silence 

Of steel children, Dream 

Beneath rusted awnings, un-

shackled not by law

but by the pulse of 

the unheard, Across the D-

Militarized Zone

Sparrows dance border

-less, bold in their ignorance

Of men. Someone plays.

The haegeum in a 

Hidden room of Seoul, and the

Note hovers longer  

than the orders ev-

er could. She held the bow like 

Memory~tight-fist

-Ed and trembling.  

Each scrape across the

Strings peeled back a rule, an an

cestor’s silence, un-

'til the room was full 

Of ghosts learning how to breathe 

"Inhale and exhale."