In Scandinavia

You get to hear
the alarm every month
A loud noise heard across the town
Purpose: to train people
the curious fact?
No one hardly notices this loud noise that rips across streets, neighborhoods and the fabric of distance
unless you are out at that hour
of the day
and yet people wonder what is that noise for?

The bells
the ring
ring the burials
loud constant ringings
heard across the town
it is so quiet
once you know what the ringing is for
you stop asking
what is that for?
Only to subject
the I
into submission
to the inevitable
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.
.
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.
.
deep down six feet under
either noise
rips
the fabric
of normalcy.

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