I listen to the church bells
As they do toll I doubt if
They are rung for us souls
To come gather in one place
To be more likely than not
They rung machanically to
Usher in the day and remind
Us of time that does not stand
Still and waste is a crime
I listen to the church bells
And understand that there
Call is not mine but belonging
To some distant past like the
Call of the birds now dead in
The grass killed by cats or some
Disease which brought out of them
While on their knees one last song
For us all to hear one last thing
Before they disappear into a void
That is empty of life no longer able
To sing to us at night no longer
Able to greet the day instead
I listen to the church bells