Empty vessels

There’s always one more bell
one more clang
one more just rang
why does Sunday feel like hell?
there’s always one more bell.

‘seconds out’, round two,

what to do?
go to church
take a pew
listen to the Christian
point of view
what to do?

If he bled for me
which led to me
being nonplussed
when it’s said to me,
what is will be
I reserve the right
to question
the formulae he used.

deception’s rife in this
‘ere life
nothing has face value
I ask him to task him to
tell me a truth
before the bell rings one
more time.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.