SILENCE OF THE SAMBA DRUM

Onyekachi Nwoke
Contributor

 
SILENCE OF THE SAMBA DRUM
Seize the ticking clocks, turn off the ringing phone
Stop the barking dogs from eating the fleshy bone
Silence the stringing harps and muffle the samba drum
Reveal the golden coffin
Hear the mourners’ cries, and drink a shot of rum.
 
Let the jets circle above
Writing onto the blue spaced canvass
From the northern lights to heaven’s gate
They lay in a frozen state
 
The stars are in disarray
For in Flanders Fields the poppies lay
Gather up the moon and strip away the earthly sun
Dry up the ocean for good
So we may remember our fallen sons.