Peril Of The Drummer Poem by George Samuel

The drummer days are over:
His rhythm a mixed shower '
And the melody gay;
An anguish to the labourer who lay '
A melancholy to the window who murn;

Terrifying her unborn '
Sent a creepy chill to the fatherless '
Now their hopes become hopeless;
His dance a frenzy and dusty show '
A spectacle that says how?

No node's to the message'
Nor meaning to the passage;
The marks grow faint '
By the slitest wave of the rain;
And timing awash from history '
Not a worthy story;
Buried forevermore.