Hearken to the sound that rides upon the bitter wind <br /> <br />Deep within the gathering gloom <br /> <br />comes the sound of war and doom <br /> <br />Hearken and woe, grieve and despair <br /> <br />for the dogs of war are loosed again <br /> <br />The long forgotten pounding drum <br /> <br />bellows out in deafening din <br /> <br />Men of glory, men of honor, rush forthwith to your arms <br /> <br />Siren screaming, beguiling, calling sounding out all alarms <br /> <br />Man has set aside his mercy, cast off all his books of learning <br /> <br />Now shows through his thin veneer all his deepest, darkest yearnings <br /> <br />Rising now from in the ground, red eyes glowing, shrieking, howling <br /> <br />a scream that rents the tortured night <br /> <br />teeth a gnashing, spitting, growling, <br /> <br />Comes that man thought so long dead <br /> <br /> haired and furred from foot to head <br /> <br />With a growl, uncaring shrug, nary a thought or realization <br /> <br />he casts off that cloak of civilization. <br /> <br />Man has risen to conquer again.<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wardrums/
