Hear the Bell Ring

We flattened the road

As mourners all over

flocked to his death day

Beyond the curtain of trees

a single bell rings

After the procession

we returned to the brown wheat fields

Pregnating the land again

Almost drowned out by crows' mocking coughs

a single bell rings

The next day we traveled to a parched creek bed

The only source of water

We dissected the earth

Trying to seek that wealth

Almost footsteps away

a single bell rings

and rings

Strapped to beds at night

We listened--

No sound visited us

Twisting and turning

We prayed--

Cicadas whined

Heading to church

We strained heavenwards

And then 

Ring

RingRing

Ring

The broken bell beckoned us

from the church

One member investigated

But found no bell

No bell

Only a little gnat