Unstruck Bell

Far stranger than the silent moon
which ghostly rises up at noon
to stand between the earth and sun
and cast weird night on everyone,
a mystery I cannot tell
save that I knew it by a well
when echoes rang of what's unheard.
Unspoken is the silent word
that's spoken when the world will end . . .
and oft I hear the mournful knell
of that ancient, unstruck bell.