The bells yell out some heartfelt cry;
I don't know why, but it's clearly
about something dear to them. It's not the time -
unless today has been forty hours long, which wouldn't really
be much of a surprise. The skies
grow greyer as their light is sucked out
by the sound of those demanding chimes.
I wonder what they scream about
for a moment – but as the bells go on and on,
I begin to worry, and wonder instead
if this chilling chant which lasts so long
is only in my head.