Let the Raw Drums Drum
A misnomer … could it be?
Never! never? oh, no!
Could it be a gloss?
Devouring as it bursts my rose –
Yet! let me wash you
From the impurities far beyond
That a glimpse at my chaste gem
Shall be a model for the smith!
Then let the raw drums drum
And I shall be smug –
Else let the drums be smashed!
And let me not wash you
O! let me be led and never lead
And divorce and loss be to a sloven muse!
Copyright © Canny Amah | Year Posted 2009
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