Bullets Like Bells

Blasting through the mines of mine heart, I found out which ones spurt blood and which ones do not. Meanwhile, telephone calls came in from across the nation. An army of dinosaurs had been aroused in anger. Fossils rattled down dusty halls. Winged things sped towards our house on the hill. Wires connected us and kept us apart. Strong words grown stronger still through repetition. Locks corrode and people too. Mellow music wafts down out of her bedroom through the floorboards. Rifles piled in the closet for the day we might need them. Shots rang through the dark. Bullets like bells. The lights of the city ask me if they can come in. I tell them no, not now. I need time to rest.