Martha O’Brien – No More Bells On New Year’s Eve

No More Bells On New Year’s Eve

Those people in the houses
7,6,5,4,3
dropping like flies-
we’re stuck in the middle
a steady eight, watching the departure lounge.
It’s written in the small print
when you meet a neighbour with a ticket to go.
There’ll be no more smiling in gardens
no more books on birthdays
no more chattering teeth
no more bells
on New Year’s Eve.

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