For whom the bell tolls – a poem

Since I couple of days,
we heard a weird clock.
It wasn’t that of the church.
We went to the priest and asked,
the police was tasked
with finding out were the noise comes from.
But for whoever for whom the bell tolls,
he or she can tell the story no longer.
For you see this clock is death’s clock,
planted on the earth in an unexpecting city.
It eats souls, his mechanics clicking glutenous,
his clapper making joyful noises.

4 Comments

    1. Thanks, but it’s true in our neighborhood their is a new bell. It sounds like a churchbell but we can’t figure out from which church. It started only recently.

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