A Poem: Drum Solo | Chronogram Magazine

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