[ A THRUM OF ABURUKUWA ]

Pitter-patter, skittle shaped
water beads on window panes.
A thunder crack; a lightning strike;
a fist of sound; a kiss of light.

A thrum of aburukuwa,
the sudden slap of drum,
a war cry, a death shriek,
the march of an echelon

Spending life sound-a-sleep
morning never comes
sporadic dreams, fallen leaves,
under burn of sun.

The End

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