Drum

Joyce Solomon Moorman

Bear in mind

That death is a drum

Beating forever

Till the last worms come

To answer its call,

Till the last stars fall,

Until the last atom

Is no atom at all,

Until time is lost

And there is no air

And space itself

Is nothing nowhere.

Death is a drum,

A signal drum,

Calling all life

To come, come,

Come.