London Poem: Day 216

21 March

The sallow call
Breaking off at all corners,
Coming and going, coming and going –
Steps lead off to heaven,
Giving ay to hell.
We know the turn,
And the ongoing chime of
Ringing bells,
It sounds like sound before it,
Half-full and dreaming of something else.
Anything fills the voic,
The whirlwind, the peril all rings
Like these bells, but softer
Behind the curl of light.

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