Belfry: A Sketch In Quasimodal Tones

The clapper is
a crippling capacity
for sundry instants
to sail, breeze-easily,
through enchanted Charlie’s
fruitless filters.
This being only recently
recognized and reconciled,
sits he ignominiously fatigued
upon the lonely,clammy crapper.

His crude and curdling curse
having, harmless, fallen
at heavens fine, high,
always open gate,
gives he way to
a most melancholic trait
and sighs to the mildew
on the tireless tiles unintrigued.

“ To simply wear my wonder well,
transmit true the regal ring
of that strangeling-forged inward thing,
the noble clang of that bright bell,
is, I think, what I must task myself to do.”