Forest Dance
& the drummers are out
yes! out with their naked feet
aging feet full of shiny beads
with arms bangled to the hearts
of the ancient drums
their dexterous fingers dance
along, beating the drums with candour
it is like the die is cast
& the maidens are out at last
their soft feet stretching the throats
out of our ready drummers
their soft voices stretching the hearts
out of my ready hunters
& then young applause jumps to the sky
ah, who saw the maidens a-gone
with my hunters & their drummers?
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