Bell Poem by Shane Markie

Bell

You use me to call
and warn each other,
to remind yourselves
of beginnings and endings.

But it's just another
of your wonderful games
wrought out of metal.
If you ever heard me once--
truly heard me--

the universe would be yours again.

Thursday, February 13, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: games
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