ask not for whom
they resonate
they measure a man’s life
and shape his coffin
they resonate
bells fall away all awry all silent
they resonate no more than any man slips away from
a life no longer in his grip
removed from existence in lightness and in dark
they toll for thee
truth a nail be the assassin
as adroit as a carpenter wields his mighty hammer blows
to a cross
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