Mad season, then, now, (always)

[denimdamsel]

Would the tolling of bells
dawning somber and steady
shake through these slow bones
and make them more ready?

Shake though these slow bones
down dull finger-tips
to scribble out words
as they vanish off lips

Would the tolling of bells
call "It's 5'o'clock, Fool!
Mary's lamb ate her words
'fore she e'er got to school!"

Mary's lambs ate her words
when she left them uncount'
Now she's three lines from dead
with the blanks insurmount'.

o___o