Thursday, 4 October 2012


I originate with the drum 
Call me humanity 
For arguments sake 
 When all's said and done 
Let's consider me worth more than a salary 
And that's all very well 
As an abstract concept  
I can debate economics casually 
 As a peer
Real recognise Real 
I acknowledge common ground bashfully 
And shuffle my feet asking 
Can't we just get along without you asking me 
What I'm worth
What my weight in gold is
What my value is? 
I'll remain adamant
You can't put a tag on this 
Translate me to currency
 Reduce me to property
 Trap me in poverty
 I originate with the drum 
The beat
I am rich beyond measure
 Food for thought
 Fuel for peace 
I am tears on sacred ground 
I am sacrifice for belief 
The rain above your head 
The roots beneath your feet 
I originate with the drum 
And I end there
 Resurrected between beats 
intimacy between eaves 
intricacy of wheat-sheaves
 magic in the tea leaves 
The joy when we arrive 
 Sadness when we leave 
 Legacies upon legacies upon
Painful legacies 
And the hope they carry 
The first hint of a melody 
I originate with the drum 
And live in the breath on the off beat 
Art is not technique 
And I am not a unit 
I am failure 
I am imperfection 
Uniformity bores me to fuck 
I originate with the drum
And I echo 
I might buckle but I'm never crushed 
And I re-emerge 
 A vein formed around the pulse 
Transparent skin stretched tight 
Compressed as the waves rush 
Flowing through to the edge and back 
With the drum 
Never deviating 
No mediation necessary 
Yet contemporary 

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