church bells

                               
                   church bells resonated
                   one deadening evening
                   behind rural county curtains
                   piercing poignantly through
                   our late Sunday silence
                   another summer weekend climaxed 
                   toward juvenile autumn
                   its provincial fires 
                  slowly igniting up an
                  assorted pastel conflagration of
                  maple and pine
                  past their prime
                  gradually ambling up
                  our township skyline

                  replaying father's latent words
                  tween my mind's tired auditorium
                 "remember son,
                  she will destroy you"
                 
                  I made love to your sallow core
                  fore the mild autumn, cold in its war
                  prior to being borne
                  fore the fall of man, nor
                  calling you whore
             
                  I made my way over to your apartment
                  whilst you were alive
                  I did things, write
                  we'd fuck
                   and fight
                      
                  between hollow weekday nights
                  and
                  mother's bourgeoisie magazines
                  stacked sordidly
                  upon residential restroom porcelain
                  perpetual moonbeams
                  found their way
                  through
                  family room windows
                  months before my eyes bled onto
                  your white, sable and grey
                  newspaper obituary inkling
             
                  church bells pealed
                  behind the unwinding sidewalk
                  neighborhood cathedral
                  your body hanged in stale solidity before me
                  dead in the placid air
                  I
                  a dank shark caught in the quaint abyss of expired life
                 you
                 as a good
                 book put down
                 in haste
                 shouldn't have ended