The Bell Has Chimed Long In Wonder Poem by David Ugba

The bell has chimed long in wonder
On earth’s ponderous esplanade

Yet I bear my injuries
On the armpit of patience
In the quiet hours of silence

Moon on monocle
Discerns the certitude of soul damage
In the rooms of silence
Where the thieves have left
With loots of man’s common laughter.

Hide up your virtue man
Away from their unsweated sickles
Draw up your axes against their union
Until we storm the street of silence
With the wonder of our giant thunders.