CHIME

CHIME

beware
when things go
against the grain;
Emily chime

when nothing
could seem so innocuous
with
good reason

when death is civil, mannered,
unrushed, polite and smiles

when zero fellows creep
and crawl

and voice
too suddenly bone —
gone the good old swagger
thrush of life

and poem
absorbed in stone
— dumb tone!

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