ring out wild bells

"and found the shining daffodil dead, and Orion low in his grave." Maud.


The old year falls,
oh! same as before,
the unremarkable
insensate
capacity to dull,
to appal.
Only memory resists
its sibilant,
come-hither hymn,
or rate the call
to forget.
Hold on, as
explosive night
unfolds,
Hold on,
the sly burlesque,
bright as ice,
brings false hope,
and certain
unregret.