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A Poem: Drum Solo 

Say it in a whisper,

whisper it, say,

you will be heard above the words,

you will be whispered,

created in breath,

a little sigh, a little death of sigh,

a heartbeat,


Does the heart whisper?

No, it beats—the big lub dub,

kettledrum not timpani,

at the core the beat is tectonic

at the beat the core is canonic

You want a chest like that,

a boom box not a whisper chest,

little secret hushes, no

Bang on the lid,

throw it overboard,

it beats strong,

the sea whispers

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  • A poem by Rosalinda McGovern.


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