I can hear the pounding of the dead drummers beat <br />Telling me the secrets that only they can keep <br />From within their never-ending, dark, dreamless sleep <br />Lost forever in the waters, so vast and deep. <br /> <br />They tell me of the days when the earth was still young <br />They teach me the lyrics of songs that they once sung <br />They tell me tales of bloody battles that they fought <br />And about all of the lessons which they were taught. <br /> <br />They describe exotic goods from old market stalls <br />And the ruined insides of their once splendid halls <br />They tell me of walls made from the strongest of stones <br />But they were no match for the ocean’s deadly groans. <br /> <br />So now they lay in the waters, so vast and deep <br />Trapped for eternity in death’s dark, dreamless sleep <br />Whispering the secrets that only they can keep <br />Can you hear the pounding of the dead drummers beat?<br /><br />J.A McManus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-drummers-beat/
