Campaign

From far behind 
I hear the 
drummers begin cadence 
and like a
tsunami feet rise 
and fall and 
splash against ground 
sound sweeping slowly 
and I remember 
then before now 
what trickery transpired 
finding me here 
promises perhaps loyalty 
likely penalty probably 
but as drummers
do they incite
beginning to move 
starting our march 
never knowing why
so is the 
campaign of life
versus ticking time