“It happened in the dark
But the sun snuck in to expose its buttocks.
The buttocks of a man!
Regality is in his scrotum?
The Wild Drum he summoned by stroking its slumber has a tune.
The rhythm that was put to slumber before time begun,
The dreaded music of the formidable
is beckoning to its drummer.
The Drum has recognised the one who stroked it, and has demanded a dance.
The time has come for it.”