Drums

It went on for hours,

even when the great sun

dropped into nightfall,

and long past the rise of the white moon,

the sounds of many drums echoed,

voices ringing out in an eerie chant,

sometimes a sound screaming,

pierced all those who gazed at center stage

as flames licked the night air,

and faces now seen as fiery voices were heard,

as they sang to the death of their brothers;

fallen in combat.

Mother’s wept,

and dirt beneath their feet

became a river of tears.

Long after the lamenting songs died,

the sound of drums,

still played upon the soul.