The Beating
I will take
The beating,
I will take
The beating
Drums of war,
The beating
Anger in
Men’s hearts.
I will take
The beating
Drum skins.
I will hear
The beating
In their reverb,
In the prison dark
And the desert raid.
I will stretch
Drum skins
To make
A talking tent.
Come the english
And the irish,
Give us
But a part
Of the heat
Of your anger.
Come the arab
And the jew,
The uniform
And the insurgent.
Sacrifice
some
Of the heat
Of your anger
To make
A first fire,
Both heat
And light.
And feel
The beating
One heart
In us all.
Good poem. I like a poet who assumes responsibility for his/her subjects --- meaning those around you who are unenlightened. visit me at my site.
Posted by: jeff | February 05, 2005 at 05:22 PM