The Drum Beats On
A Poem
Thum-th-thum
Listen to the beat of the drum
It’s ethereal hum
Begging you to come
Thunk-ta-ta-tunk
The first came
From a felled trunk
Then came the skin
Stretched far and wide
We picked and cleaned their hide
Listen to the song
Whether a tap or a slide
We let the rhythm guide us
Feel the beat
It’s inside us
Hearts pounding
Always astounding
If you think too long
Of the odds against our existence
Always faced with resistance
In a hostile universe
To be the only ones
Would be a course
To avoid our extinction
At our own hand
Some think it was planned
By a hidden hand
But when everything wants to kill you
There’s nowhere to stand
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And the beat goes on.
No idea why, but these two lines hit me hard: "Then came the skin Stretched far and wide" Kudos!
This was poignant and haunting. But so beautifully written!
Is the drum’s sound the voice of the tree Calling for help?