Chibueze Oscar Osuji
Mute Talking Drum - Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji
We gather in the pavilion no more
My vibrant phalang's are drumming with sore
But I cuddle you vincinal to me
When no el'phantine ears will heed in glee
The bead-maidens do no organic dance
For the men do not nod with frenzy glance
And I have constructed your teethed sound
T' the languid cloud and the shadowless ground.
Talk to me, have you lost your musing beat?
Have you lost your flam'd tongue and carbide teeth?
My palms did smack your face many a time
And my clef-psalms I tun'd many a chime;
Commoners do not summon us to sing
About the choronation of their king,
Not in the market places nor threshold
I am like the lone Bean-sidhe dead and cold.
I was told music have evolv'd ahead
Leaving you beside me leaden and dead,
I have hung you above my rafters now
Downcasted and broken by you enow;
I sought pleasure in drinking, lewd and jest
To quicken death to freeze my soul unblest,
I have nought to lose but my humble drum
Death'll come to take me, an old man and rum.
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