Waughesque

The bells peal out again.
I felt stomped within.
Until they came.
They chime. Rest content
For this brief immortal
Escape from life
They have caught.
Time passes. Glee
Immanently disappears
Before it appears again.
You are lucky if you
Survive the cycle:
That is of course
The argument.
You'll know when.
The nightingale and the wren
Will suffuse from an old book
You used and read, Waughesque.


Anatol Cordua © 2017