Night Of The Slow Drummer

In Memory of Mike Eagle Claw

by Doug Draime

He banged his drum steady,
slower than most
In the moonlight haze,
in the falling mist of 3 A.M.
When all the other
drummers were asleep in dreamland
He banged his drum steady,
slowly till the white doves of dawn
began to coo gently in bright sunbeams,
in change shifting waves of morning light
He banged his drum steady,
slowly till all the living earth awoke
from the prolonged dark night of its dream