The Bells

Greedy bell tower
claiming possession over the sleepy town
Once possessed by oak and maple
now raped by plaster and synthetics
weeds blasted backwards through the sidewalk
crushed under the heels of
fine tailored suited men and women in their Sunday Best
Lured by the bells, heads lifted with lowered minds
the metallic noise claiming its domination
calling dark clouds, spraying garden hoses
and anaesthesized births in a hospital room
let the bells ring out the birth announcement
But never the rain, flowers from a company
Grass seed, rasadil and tuladil and no
more yellow angels worshiping daylight
to dust, to forgotten past
footsteps to brick, high-walled, high colored windows
enticed by the bells calling for You.


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