The drum line kicked off the show
and I wondered
Why don't all shows
Start like this
The big bass drums in the back
Swinging, being swung
by girls with shoulders
that were up to it
pounding out the heart beat
The snares in the front
polyrhythm tapped out on the rims
in between the tenor drums
bring color
all eyes on the conductor
as he leads the thunder
a storm for dancing
meticulously organized chaos
energy saddled
and ridden
In the morning grief is real
Its not going to kill you
you're not going to die
It remains here
The night before it threatened
gnashing of teeth
screaming
headache
heartache
Pain that carried with it
the promise that it can't go on forever
a fire eventually burns out
In the morning light there is the absence
the loss
the emptiness
that is forever
the pain that stays
that you live with
reality
of something missing
new scars mark your face
this is your face now
you live with it
