The Drums

 

Suddenly it dropped, demand dried up and production stopped

And bones rose from the black.

 

One by one they pieced themselves together

Rubbed eyes, stretched minds

and left untethered.

 

Barrels Of political direction

stacked up in corners

Owners paying for storage

Wars unimportant

as the fight for

obsidian blood

Is halted.

 

Suddenly it dropped, demand dried up and production stopped

And their bones rose from the black.

onwards they marched

for a world apart

and in aeternitas

never

looked

back.