General Jan Zika
issued his orders
from his
death bed
that his skin be taken
& made into a drum
so that
in years to come
It could be
beaten
to stir on men
to war.
A soldier down to his skin.
200 years later
it sounds its grim tattoo
ushering in the brutality
of the 30 Years War.
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Interesting subject taken from the history, interpreted in a unique modern manner, absolutely respectless to the militarism and the institution of war in general...