The Man and His Drum


 What does his drum do for him? 

Does it comfort him in the night? 

Does the sound ignite fire that breathes life into his soul?

Does the drum bring his family home? 

Does it lead them though the darkness when their physical eyes deceive them? 


What does the drum do for the man? 


Does it tell him he can? 

Does it speak to him through the movement of his hands? 

Does it cry for him? 

Does it laugh for him? 

Does it allow him to be seen? 

Can he see himself ? Can he see her– through his drum…


What does the drum do for the man? 

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