Drummers - bruce silverman

[Lawrence Robinson]

Drummers
 
                                        Let’s be playful for a moment 
                                                      (We need it)

Unbeknownst to biblical scholars, behind the tree of life
in the Garden of Eden, stood drummers. Now bear with this
outrageous claim for a moment and consider the notion that

after Adam and Eve grappled with the apple of evil and good,
it was drummers who chopped the sacred wood and hollowed
out the first drum, thereby soothing that theological schism into

the great-log-a-rhythm that still accompanies the sun to rise
and the late afternoon shadows drift toward evening’s obsidian
crypts. Yes it was drummers who set the tempo for Joshua’s

trumpets with primordial djembes and congas as Jericho
trembled and tumbled while angels mumbled their shock
and dismay at such a raucous display of rhythmic play. Yes

it is drummers, to this day, misconceived by critics with their
fruitless analytics who are better perceived by kids at play than
those snooty violinists who just concluded armadas of sonatas.

Yes, drummers, whose weathered hands dance their dream
drumming riffs on wood and skin, are back in the temples, on
altars for moments where spirits need raisin’ or something

amazin.’ They will once again answer the call to spark the movin’
and a groovin, the rockin’ and a reelin,’ and the cosmic function
at the junction where we sanctify with holy wine and sacred bread

Some Rumba, Jazz, Samba, and Salsa, Flamenco, Fandango and the
that sensuous Tango, reminding us that we swing in a universe that
pulses and palpitates the yearning heart with the one great vibration,

be it final ending or primal start.

	- bruce silverman
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