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Drum Beats
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Drum Beats

My sweetest pie of berries,
If you, on this occasion,
take out my heart
(just help yourself) by
reaching with great care
into my ribcage, only then
can you proceed to hold it
lovingly in your warm and
tender hands and then drum
onto its walls like in the tale of
Skeleton Woman, does this
then mean that one of us,
or both are listening
to a different drummer?

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Just a mood of reminiscence Mary, thanks for the thought. H
Such an intense theme this evening Herbert. Why so much ripping out of hearts? Great poem though. sincerely, Mary