Moon Bells Poem by Cailey Martin

When the church bell sounds,
It bellows with might at the fragrant
Night, and astronautical exploits
Pause with wonder as their
Nautical counterparts bob
With the sea, coils of rope falling
To anchor with the rhythm of the gongs.
The wailing songs of days
Long gone and forgotten beg
To be heard—Their cries of
“Father, mother, sister, brother”
Send ripples out from the Earth’s
New center. Satellites shake
But we don’t put people inside
Anymore, and Geiger counters
Have other problems to worry
About. Entangled chimes
Just don’t sound the same—
They float up and away
While on Earth we are slaves
To gravity and ephemeral
Tendency.