Sunday, February 7, 2010

go marching in

like a slow pull on a trombone
the heavy hand on a drum
the fall of the thud as it reverberates off the skin of the percussion, the beat of the heart, the foot on the leather
this is the song of a people
the victory chant of an endless battle
the snapshot of the spirit of a town that just won't quit
these are the saints and tonight the night is for them