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Under the weight of misty streets and lights
I say I do not believe
I will not obey Others will but
I will not follow into the dark neighborhood
My name has been forgotten all our names
I cannot contain my rage It spills out
It runs down streets streets dark as polished marble
Streets closed in like hospital halls
My rage etches names in the night My rage
catches like orders in my throat like curses
But stops choking I know I am not innocent
But I will not stop my anger
I am a bell the metal of my mouth rings
it rings like sign faces hit with a fist
it rings like hubcaps pelted with stones
there are so many ways to die I am a bell
the heavy clapper swings
a bell's weight cannot be measured its weight
is darkness darkness dense as absence
dark as closed malls dark like the shadows
under bridges dark as mouths
mouths open to the night open in rage
rage etching names into the night rage
etching all our names into solid night
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