Vagabond Multilingual Journal Spring 2013 | Page 9

The Drummer
Odes singing in a distant realm, Drums beating on the battlefield. Time turns his ruthful head, Casts a deep gaze on the land. You ground your lean figure In the midst of confronting armies Stately, raising your arm, striking hard, The bleeding drumbeats resonated through the dark. The powerful, heroic drum, Is the deepest mourning of the deaths upon. Your rueful face and solemn eyes, Beholding a thousand fights and a thousand deaths. You stand still, mallets firmly held, Until the Earth of Time buried in blood, The Mountain of Years reshaped by corpses You look up, while Time looks down, In your eyes, you see the same profoundness. Only two things on this earth are merciful: The eternal time, and the inescapable death. by Yunru Du

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