An Ode to Drummer

Aye!

there is forgotten wound

and blood clot

in thimble

and musicology

to the drum and canister

that resonates beat

in reverence

to the guardian deities,

heart pounding and titillating,

heart fingers to diminish evil

stiffened by cane

and fractured palm.

There is no break

during 'thevava'

to your wrinkled feet,

spinning head

in eye blink ,

topknot that flourish in air ,

majestic and arrogant,

because it is

honor bestowing

privilege than business.