The ochre rust that beats us to the arrival of a bell--for no new bell is worth ringing
--frosts the wall, and corrodes the flanging curve.
Sumerians--or some other intelligent society must have seen,
The shape needs to hurry and precede the sound,
And so, swiftly, was it conceived to plunge from the hoist, at a swerve,
Then scatter by the skirting ground.
Who could foster a better or more cracked idea than a bell:
I have a certain kind of abuse I like to touch,
And when I'm lost my ears
Prickle
Near the unoccupied bourse, the broke foretell,
Which might just as easily be the bell of the bell.
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