Watched apprehensive at its fall
Floating in its heavy way
Its bell ringing through the hall
Despairingly it touches death
Splitting life from slivered sharps
A burden lost in heaving breath
Confused by hates and harps
The air is slogged with sin and shame
With what scandal was she filled?
Every splinter bears a stifling blame
Each small reflection bears what's killed
2/6/07
