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A Poem on Transformation: Ode to the Drum

A Poem on Transformation: Ode to the Drum

Gazelle, I killed you  
for your skin's exquisite  
touch, for how easy it is  
to be nailed to a board  
weathered raw as white  
butcher paper. Last night  
I heard my daughter praying  
for the meat here at my feet.  
You know it wasn't anger  
that made me stop my heart  
till the hammer fell. Weeks  
ago, I broke you as a woman  
once shattered me into a song  
beneath her weight, before  
you slouched into that  
grassy hush. But now  
I'm tightening lashes,  
shaping hide as if around  
a ribcage, stretched  
like five bowstrings.  
Ghosts cannot slip back  
inside the body's drum.  
You've been seasoned  
by wind, dusk & sunlight.  
Pressure can make everything  
whole again, brass nails  
tacked into the ebony wood  
your face has been carved  
five times. I have to drive  
trouble from the valley.  
Trouble in the hills.  
Trouble on the river  
too. There's no kola nut,  
palm wine, fish, salt,  
or calabash. Kadoom.  
Kadoom. Kadoom. Ka-  
doooom. Kadoom. Now  
I have beaten a song back into you,  
rise & walk away like a panther.

by Yusef Komunyakaa

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Source

“Ode to the Drum” can be found in Thieves of Paradise.

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