THE DRUM
It started when we lost our drum, we were lazy
one month and didn't bother with them.
The Spirits got angry and took them away.
We were silenced except for our tongues and our brains.
Without the drums we forgot how to listen,
our hearts and our minds grew crusty with lack of use.
Our power declined.
We lost our ability to communicate
Our bodies forgot they had spirits. Our spirits
forgot they had bodies.
We got lost and started believing we were
machines so we built other machines to pass time.
We became surrounded by machine and thought
they were our brothers.
We had no sisters but we didn't know it mattered.
Since we thought the machines were brothers,
we let them advise us.
We thought they know more than we did.
We did everything they told us ,
We forgot how to breathe.
We had to struggle to be happy and,
we were confused about love.
We tried to kill or stifle anyone who
didn't act like a machine.
We treated our bodies like machines,
and they began to break.
We tried using toos to repair them,
but it didn't work.
We grew old, but we didn't die.
We just divided and multiplied until we filled up
the whole planet. We began to suffocate.
Then the spirits took pity and returned the drums.
At first we thought they were toys.
We used them with our sound machines.
But gradually their power seeped into
the backs of our memories.
One by one we learned again how to use the drum.
We resumed the beating.
The rhythms began intertwining again.
Our hearts labored up and began loving of their
own accord without the brain to organize and confuse.
The brains took a much needed rest.
The machines fell into a cold, brittle sleep.
We found our sisters again and our bodies
woke up and remembered how to die.
With the return of death our power,
came back in full.
We used our tears and blood of the sisters to heal
the damage we had done when we thought we
were machines. The damage was immense, and
also irreversible. But the spirits returned with the
drums just in time.
It took many years and some new rhythms
added to the old.
But now the Earth is green again and we breathe
deeply and walk the Sacred path.
The Northern People