The meaning of my name can change. Often told to close in a heated exchange. Percussive sounds with heavy syncopated beats. Victims lured into where their fates they will meet. But definitely not a tarpaulin sheet.

Many hands can hold me, my purpose can change; Punishment, pleasure, oppression, or pain. Coiled like a snake, ready to snap; Spread out my fingers like the tails of a cat.

Fired from a gun, I inflict pain and fear unimaginable, but do not fret. Your parents take me on the table. Found in a bar and a hospital, if you take too much, I’ll make your senses bland and dull.

I have ears, but I do not have hearing. I am known for Being at thanksgiving .

I hold no breath, yet whisper tales, Of kings and beggars, time prevails. I stand in rows, yet do not speak, A silent choir, the strong and weak. I mark the end, yet memories grow, Beneath my watch, both friend and foe.