Rhythm Fires
Rhythm fires of the thunder Gods
and the swirling Earth and season’s dance
commanders of the cadence of the swirling
reaching out into the chaotic jungle clouds
to the unbridled runners running wild
the sons of the thunder Gods in disobedience
the teeming clouds of savagery and itinerancy
lassoing them with their wiry lassoes
lashing them with stinging whips and fire
berating them for their dancing out of cadence
taming them with their iron constraints
assembling them into even columns
and teaching them to march and dance
as do drill sergeants to their troops
and dance instructors to their dancers
and drummers as they power the music
with their fire and rhythmic prowess
the precision inside their mind and guts
the rhythm that pounds in their spirit
the thunder Gods that rule the clouds
that unleash their power into him
and put his spirit in rhythmic sequences
to make him ruler of the rhythm
and the kicker of it out into the wilds
to make the non-dancers dance
by putting his power into their bodies
as they dance without knowing they are
as they hear with the ear of their guts
rhythm popping and rhythm driving
sparks flying out of drum sticks
like in the fires of the locomotives
syncopation syncopating at a furious pace
stirring up the spirit with rhythmic paddles
taking dancers out into the wilds
and leaving them there to wonder
knighting them with the swords
of the thunder Gods
and labeling them dancers of the new age.
“Dance on thou rhythm fired dancers.”
