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29.v.23
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the bells are still ringing
for godsbother
until the last king is strangled with the
entrails of the last priest
– Diderot
the bells
are ringing
they won’t
ever stop
not everyone
believes yet
not everyone
attends
these are
the bells were sent to save us
dogs go
berserk
driven mad
by
bells go on regardless
so loud! no
one’s ever heard themselves think
a bird in
the bell must be brief
no nesting
here’s a
kind of universal tinnitus
heathens
beware!
many have
wished on them
or called a
curse
and hallowed
be
some say it’s
a Sunday thing
but the
bells are everywhere
for
sanctification, bells ring themselves silly
there can be
no argument with bells
a kind of
joy to bend the neck
to make obeisance
to the bells
a king inclines
to ring them too
all night
the bells toll out
bats flee
vampires do
their own dark
bells drown all
the singing
what muezzin
could survive?
bells are
tolling up crusade
bells ring
for an auto da fé
and for thee
a wedding, a
baptism, funeral
crowning
the destiny
of dynasties
all these
things are to unravel
the bells
have spelled disgrace
even
carillon
was never
quite what you’d call a tune
bells are
well before time
they are
after
someone has
to have been swinging from the rope
and like the
cuckoo in the clock
they make
the world machine
should they
ever stop
and I know
they won’t
those bells
would still be in my ears
who forged
them?
and who hung
them where
all the town
would have to hear?
these are
things must not be asked
where is the
well known dragonfly?
but fast
asleep elsewhere
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