we hollow bells
of men and women
who sound the depths
with our proud peals
like cries across the plains
we creatures forged
in iron, bronze and silver
sing forth our lasting love
our glorious happiness
our dark and heavy pains
we are a tight bound carillon
pressed into this great tower
and while we are indeed rung
but not upon the hour
only as each would have it done
when i act upon the world
when i act in any way
it does not happen in isolation
all of us in soliloquay
but in a chorus and cacaphony
each one of us upon the other
each one of us friend and lover
each one of us sister and brother

we hollow bells
we brilliant, firey, immortal shells
our notes, every one
collide with the rest
and forever change the tune
our acts are always felt
as when the hammer strikes
to wail out at noon

we hollow bells
we miraculous, hopeful
we self-loathing selves
are bound in harmonious disonance
together a community
treading through time
each note rising upon the swells
of a tide built by our lives
a series of hellos with no farewells