apocalypse tattoo

 

the rhythm section of endings
standing                         tolling
                their quadrille
skin stretched
over square frames

 

their instruments spoke
something before language
emitted in each concussive
phrase, like actual words in print

 

this was in a rusting field
their post; on a rise distant
announcing maybe living sun
or dying sun

 

weird japan, drummers of apocalypse
waking to dog deaths
and one suicide

 

four disproportionate drummers
toll, alarm clock
alarm rhythm