CHIMES

We twist in the wind, like chimes
Spinning, twirling, doing our crimes
Smashing, bumping, dispensing blows
Blaming each other, whatever goes

Voices chiming, wishing to be heard
Begging for attention, just being spurred
But there is no safety, in all that ringing
After all, it is life, to which we're clinging
BOEMS by JA 577