Pum, Pum, Pum
Came the beat of the drum
Thick, full echoes shaken, quaken
Bum, Bum, Bum
All through the enclosed room
The air reverberated and faded
True, True, True
All is in clear view
Nothing is hidden, naught is forbidden
Bole, Bole, Bole
Hear His thunder roll
There is only sound all around
Thwack, Thwack, Thwack
The wall inside, I stifled the whack
Now two partitions split the transmissions
Pap, Pap, Pap,
The stick went slap
The words were broken, a dream half-woken
Still, Still, Still
Eerie restlessnesses fill
The empty recesses of my newfound trusses
“Pum,” “Pum,” “Pum”
My noises sound dumb
The echoes malformed are not warmed
“Bole! Bole! Bole!”
My voice is droll
The echoes die; it is I
Lies, Lies, Lies
My mimicking cries
The room I split, a dark pit
“No! No! No!”
With all my might I throw
The walls collapse with a crash
“Bum, Bum, Bum”
I shout in the drum,
It rings soundness, and profoundness
Ring, Ring, Ring,
I listen for something
Anything to be known, and blown again
Bow, Bow, Bow
The sound returns now
Tear wells are open at new words spoken
Boom, Boom, Boom
The presence in the room
All fullness no dullness
Broll, Broll, Broll,
Welcome thunders roll
The instrument is His