Drum

There was a calvacade of color,
stretching backward endlessly,
mirrored by all who chose to mirror,
by the flash of a glance,
and the whispers of masks,
by ladder and scale.
All are caught in the whirl
of a chaotic dance,
urged on by every drum
in every heart.

We are all culpable,
heeding every movement
with horror and anticipation,
waiting for the Impact
from the Fall.