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For Whom The Bell Tolls
I watch as they form a line walking to the mouth the Earth has opened in the ground
for the being that can no longer live.
In the distance a bell tolls.
I watch them lower this person's last resting place into the hole of open dirt where
they will bury this person and they will no longer be seen by the day's light or their
loved one's eyes.
The bells tolls louder.
This is a march of death, a black parade, a crime of loss; "Good-bye" is all you say to
the on whom you simply put down in the Earth? Have you no respect for them
anymore?
The bell is getting closer, do you hear it?
To ignore someone during life is one thing that you should feel regret for doing
but to feel no pain after their death is sickening.
For the bell tolls on this judgement day not for myself, not for the deceased but for you
and your selfish judgement. For as you take another step and then another your heart
gets heavier to hold and you collapse under your own guilt.
For whom the bell tolls is the one the Earth knows isn't suppose to live. And so I say
"Good-bye" to you I hope God have mercy on your sins.
for the being that can no longer live.
In the distance a bell tolls.
I watch them lower this person's last resting place into the hole of open dirt where
they will bury this person and they will no longer be seen by the day's light or their
loved one's eyes.
The bells tolls louder.
This is a march of death, a black parade, a crime of loss; "Good-bye" is all you say to
the on whom you simply put down in the Earth? Have you no respect for them
anymore?
The bell is getting closer, do you hear it?
To ignore someone during life is one thing that you should feel regret for doing
but to feel no pain after their death is sickening.
For the bell tolls on this judgement day not for myself, not for the deceased but for you
and your selfish judgement. For as you take another step and then another your heart
gets heavier to hold and you collapse under your own guilt.
For whom the bell tolls is the one the Earth knows isn't suppose to live. And so I say
"Good-bye" to you I hope God have mercy on your sins.
Published 13th Sep 2011
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14th Sep 2011 5:52am
This poem has a great vibe to it; it's saturnine and rolls across the page ( or screen ) with a solid cadence, the only thing that strikes me as slightly irksome is the reference to the cadaver as merely 'this person'. Everywhere else in the poem there's a certain effulgence that draws a reader in, but when I get to that line with 'this person' it read a little stale. It needs a more personal touch. Who is this person? What did this person look like? How was this person known? etc. I can't see much else in this poem that stands out as a cold line, there's a couple grammatical / spelling errors but that doesn't bother me, typing poems onto any website is often hard on the eyes. It's banal to make minor editorial nuances due to that.
Over all it's an inspriring poem, a bit crude in some areas, but an inspiring poem nonetheless.
Over all it's an inspriring poem, a bit crude in some areas, but an inspiring poem nonetheless.
