Pieces

Oppressive bells that tolls beyond descript Oppressive walls with eyes that weary not; Beyond my measure, Shame that runs adrift That need not be existing—like the dot, Nor this behooveth not, expanding skies Alive, unmoving trinity, aloof— Aground and mired again, in age, the cries That swing sideways, a pendulum's shamed proof! In mourning's cauldron, flow within its reach And sideways swinging, heavy brass adored. So heavy tolling--snapping rope—a breach, Set loose beyond descript, which was long scored; Unpeeling grey and gold, in pieces fell, All crumbled—Gone—the vacance, free to sell.