As a father of a daughter
Son of a mother
Brother of sisters
Molded by hands
Of strong women
Taught to throw
A baseball,
A football
By the supposed “weaker” sex
Who once bloodied my nose
For referring to her as such
I recognize feminine tenacity
I am in reverent awe
At watching Anika
Confront the toughest
Modern rock assignment
On the biggest stage
With the highest stakes
A formidable act to follow.
She commanded the rhythm
With all the bravado needed
To silence the staunchest rock elitists.
The moment was taut.
Her poise was elegant
The rhythm in her method
Fills executed with
Precision and grace
Half a century of tribal communion
Consecrated at the
Altar of Syrinx
In the church of rock
Mass is in session
Rush is my religion.
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