i saw you beowulf at your drum kit
fifty years since grendel
since the breakup of the band
that made you royal
now you're ordinary
the speed of your sticks slowed to slow competence
your old guitarist's slower too but his fingering's more subtle
your old bassist needs a crutch to stand up
but you pound now hard
as you did when you were worshipped
and your slow courage drives the music forward
and the songs still stand brave
at the mouth of the dragon's lair
where he wakens
as in the old days
and waits for your solo
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