There
must be something
other
than ringtones.
I
need freedom with a heavy clapper.
The
steeple in my road is silent.
You
show me a cathedral with a crown,
tell
me about the chimes.
A
flat, E flat, A flat, C. Ascending.
I
find the notes on the piano,
imagine
the clang of hours. A clock,
not
yet time. Pick my thumbnail
like
a dewclaw. Crave
a
farm bell, a cowbell. Anything
but this incessant death knell.
but this incessant death knell.
tk/September 2014
Another elegant read by the dashing R.A.D. Stainforth...
