the sound of death is bells
not the sound of dying, not the process
it's the sound of being 
the sound is bells ringing
unheardly, gorgeous, purposeless 
not a wail or wimper
not from mouths
but bells just bells
the scent the touch the taste
of lifelessness is not
scents, touches, or tastes,
not bells the objects,
not their odors of corrosion, their cracks, their ammonian notes
but the stark felt absence of those
in the stark felt presence of the sound of
death is

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