Heavy Metal Drummer Part II
Verse One
It’s more they fall for me than I for them;
they’re not my type, 
or even my favorite archetype.
Drummers are the woodsmen, 
marching us,the reluctant, 
to a chorus of dwarves, in Snow White’s case,
or new, loving parents in Corinth for Oedipus,
saving us from instigating mirrors and caves.
Bridge
The orphan Dorothy’s tin woodsman 
had too much heart but not enough for her. 
That chopping robot wept rusty tears 
only for himself.
Verse Two
Me, I’m a sucker for the forsaken, 
a Snow White who needs an Oedipus to slay with, 
not a predictable woodsman 
or a shepherd who can’t even kill when told. 
Don’t get me wrong, 
we are indebted to the woodsmen, 
our keepers, 
they have their role, 
but I’ll takethe damned lead singer every time.This poem first appeared in the sixtieth anniversary issue of The Fiddlehead, Canada's oldest poetry journal.
 
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