Front Row Seat
Shards of raindrops shatter against
vigorous winds of a maelstrom
scraping the peak of an erect pillar
Brave and ready for martyrdom.
A percussion of drums ensues
to delight the Makers Phantom
accompanied by claps and snaps
fulfilling tradition and custom.
Sounds reach impossible soaring heights
that stretch beyond the farthest kingdom
and find the pace of uncontrolled descent
which echoes through the pillars bosom.
Triumphant bass dawns the finale
Bellowing from below the bottom
As quickly as the song arose it falls
To keep the pillar ready at random.
~7 April 2016~
Copyright © Lukas Ficklin | Year Posted 2016
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