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Poetry: Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World

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Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World                      For the community of Newtown, Connecticut,                     where twenty students and six educators lost their                     lives to a gunman at Sandy Hook Elementary                     School, December 14, 2012 Now the bells speak with their tongues of bronze. Now the bells open their mouths of bronze to say: Listen to the bells a world away. Listen to the bell in the ruins of a city where children gathered copper shells like beach glass, and the copper boiled in the foundry, and the bell born in the foundry says: I was born of bullets, but now I sing of a world where bullets melt into bells. Listen to the bell in a city where cannons from the armies of the Great War sank into molten metal bubbling like a vat of chocolate, and the many mouths that once spoke the tongue of smoke form the one mouth of a bell that says: I was born of cannons, but now I sing of a world where cannons melt into bells