The Drums [ An Ode to Poe's "the Bells"
1
Hear the beating of the drums -
Urban drums!
What disrespect and danger that their dreadful droning thrums!
They go thumpy thumpy thumpy
In the day and in the night!
With people waking from their slumber
All the heavens start to wonder
Why is peace and quiet torn asunder;
Going BOOM BOOM BOOM
Foretelling societal doom
Oh the beatimbambulation that so arrogantly thrums
From the drums, drums, drums, drums, drums.
From the beatimbambulation of the drums.
2
You can always hear the drums
Droning drums
What monstrous cacophony arises from their sums!
All day long, throughout the night
Hear them pounding out their spite
From the rolling golden amps,
Forevermore.
What a caustic chorus floats
To ears of those, who hear the notes
In the night.
Oh, from out the gating guns
What an air of disrespect perpetually thrums!
How it thrums!
How it BRUMS!
In the present how it comes
Of the blindness that it's from.
Oh the beating and the booming
Of the drums drums drums
Of the drums drums drums drums drums.
Oh the racing an the basing of the drums.
3
Hear the midnight drums
Brazen drums!
From your slumber wakened now, just when you thought it done.
There is no more peace in night
As Poe says "they scream out their [fright]"
"Too much horrified to speak"
"They can only shriek, shriek, shriek,"
"Out of tune."
