The Drum Poem by Goodness Tchibueze

The funeral service of my late grandmother inspired this poem. In the southeastern region of Nigeria where i hail from, the atmosphere of a funeral service is not totally solemn as lively musics are played(usually with the drums) , various dances are displayed, there is always an abundance of foods and drinks for every body - one hardly notices the presence of mourning - only the corpse in a coffin readily reminds one of the occasion at hand... So, in this poem, i try to give credit to the drum as the 'creator' of that kind of ecstatic scene.