Tolling New

The bell still tolls from the church blocks

away and follows me to the front of the house

as the cargo train rushes, run whistling

and shrieking in the same place as it passes

 

my heart, the bell stuck in the black tarp

midnight sky shifting overhead three hundred times

to meet the same screen of smoke clouds,

tolling new.

 

 

 

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