Bleak Horizon
On the horizon the church spires
are stark against the sky.
The bell towers are empty and silent
and here is the reason why:
They melted down all the bells
to make cannon balls
to create their own little hells.
The pigeons now gather there
and multiply without a care
while below the hollow-eyed
wander...lamenting still...they cried
'What we did was all so wrong...
for the cannonballs…unlike the bells…
can never sing God’s song...'
© 1/2/05 Faye Sizemore
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