Bushman’s Hallelujah

The percussive beat

rolls on,

non stop in the night,

a quick pitter patting

of an excited heart,

a bushman’s hallelujah

The percussive beat

rolls on,

non stop in the night,

a quick pitter patting

of an excited heart,

a bushman’s hallelujah .

The beat slowed down

like water drops

running out

that dropped

progressively slower

to faint

and quiet beats,

that fade.

Dead silence

In the night

replaced them.

Planes landed .

Lights in windows

turned on ,

and silently

life continued

in them .

From “Ruminations Of The Dead” by PWChaltas