Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Church
The bells chime
In an uneasy rhythm that suggests
A person pulls the cord
And not God
While human voices
Waft over the rooftops
Of the towns
That calloused hands built.
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