there's a rattling inside
some sort of signal of bells
old, thinly hammered chimes
like those wrapped round bovine necks
the clanging, relentless
just within the ears
just beyond the brain
the bending of a joint
that's running low on cartilage
the clattering bones
which sing the same as trees
a groan in clanging chimes
time's escaping, falling
out like stones
rattling inside a shaman's rattle
the chiming of the earthly tones
the bells are ringing home
No comments:
Post a Comment