#8 1971
tower
yes i climbed the tower
and put my head inside the bell
birdfire smashed around
twittered on my eyewing will
up dusty shafts in sun on
a twenty metre rope hung weights
to work the clock
its metal parts
still grumbled in its automatic heart
i stood at a tall window
my bare feet on bees
dead from a summer swarm
and saw two elms arch over
steps up which my bride came
years later in rainy may for me