The Bells

There are so many thoughts
my mind wakes up to
in mornings –
like a flood rushing
the gates of the town
and down
the cobblestone pathways,
turning and breaking
through windows,
through doorways,
till flooded and drowning,
and I, at the highest point,
at the top of the steeple
survey the damage;
you, you, you! everywhere you,
and my mind is full and dripping
at such overwhelming destruction,
that I ring, ring, gladly, the bells.

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2 thoughts on “The Bells

  1. Albatross-x says:

    Oh wow–well done; love the last 4 lines especially.

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