A tolling bell is splendid; well-
Maintained, it resonates.
Each herb and tree, non-verbally
Resounds; reverberates.
I’ve never been the person in—
I’m not the extrovert.
Adjacent; ever patient…never.
It always fucking hurts.
Bells only ring, or chime, or sing,
When rapped or hit or shaken.
No pacifist, I aptly missed,
And thus, was never taken.
It bends around each forest found;
The river’s crooked creep.
It’s not a bell you’re hearing; Well,
I only hear a beep.