Beyond –

the whirring of the fan

and cacophony of utensils,

being scrubbed vigorously,

as water spills furiously,

far longer than necessary;

while a crow calls out hoarsely,

above the sound of a train moving speedily,

is the sound of a single drum.

And –

somewhere back in history,

above the tramp of armoured feet,

and over fleets of ships under seige,

that sound signalled a victory.

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