Emily Post

Emily Post (how still the bell…)

In a far away chapel, a bell rings unbidden
Flashing high above the church-yard
It throws itself against the bell-tower
Slams the rhythm into the planks and joists
A whirl of dents and splinters, then
The dull wood begins to pulse
The church shuddering lightly in the mud
The earth hums softly, all the way to here
Buzzing in the dry ground under my feet
Rising up through the bones of my legs
Out and I have just enough brass in me that
My blood begins to sing