To The Drummer

you struck moose-hide drum

with a match stick as long as your arm.

sonic fire

baptized our chapel.

i tip-toed through incense.


you opened your mouth to chant

but the moose sang through you.

the hymn undulated like honey.

i couldn’t lick it.

i don’t speak moose.


thunderbird rumbled in the beat.

my cheeks burned.

i perspired profusely.

my tears

doused my face.  


i realized:

we are brothers.

Jason Vaz, SJ, is a Jesuit scholastic studying theology at Regis College, University of Toronto.


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