Two poems rest and drum

Rest

We rest

We play with truth and rest

Open to the wounds of certainty

We love

We play with the chocolate and rest

According to the God of Exact Science

We survive

We play with fortune and rest

Open to the death of the stars

Never again to follow life

We rest

Karim Harvey

Drum

I have a drum

A drum in my head

I heard a drum

A drum I was dead

Dead to the ancient world

I had a drum a life unfurled

I have an auntie who plays the drum

I was a nuisance to my poor mum

I have a drum with lines of a beat

I heard a drum

That my poem was complete

I have a drum

A drum in my head

I have a ritual

That it has been said

Karim Harvey