Comments about J.A McManus
Dead drummers beat.
I can hear the pounding of the dead drummers beat
Telling me the secrets that only they can keep
From within their never-ending, dark, dreamless sleep
Lost forever in the waters, so vast and deep.
They tell me of the days when the earth was still young
They teach me the lyrics of songs that they once sung
They tell me tales of bloody battles that they fought
And about all of the lessons which they were taught.