The Drummer
strikes the drum
a heartbeat sound
walks and chants the call for peace
na mu myo ho ren ge kyo.

Each year the drum
more frayed, more patched
sounds a little softer –
no less determined
                              a whisper

Each year the chant
more quavering
sounds a thinner tone –
no less compelling
                              a whisper

Each year the step
more halt
walks a little slower –
no less committed
                              a whisper

The drum is silent now
except as it echoes
in the ears of those
who heard with him
a different drummer
                              whisper.

© 2000 Carolyn S. Scarr