The Neighbor
Man stomping over my bed in boots
Carrying a large bronze church bell
Which you occasionally drop:
Gross man with iron heels
Who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning,
Who hammers on scaffolding all night long,
Who entertains sumo wrestlers and fat acrobats
I pass you on the steps, we smile and nod.
Rage swells in me like gas.
Now rage too keeps me awake.
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