I'VE poured my WINE

The Bell Chimes

sizzling rays

of the solar disc

strike the earth as burns;

the bird of silence flies,

while a gravedigger

gashes its wings

with the blade of his spade.

the bell chimes:

hands shiver

but carry on digging!

the grave has been dug

and the mourners have

gathered around it.

the earth

opens its mouth

to gulp its morsel:

the bell chimes:

no one hears,

save the gravedigger!

with the brush of its

dark, cracked lips,

the night kisses the earth;

the skin of the earth turns wrinkled.

the mourners gather again

in the cemetery,

but this time

the gravedigger

is turning

a morsel himself.

the bird of silence

flaps its wings again…

the bell chimes…

London, 2007 © M. Syre

(Silence of the Piano Sings)


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