The church bell cracked.
Poor and dying,
the congregation
could not make repairs.
Like an ice cream truck
trapped in a steeple,
cheap electronic chimes
swept empty streets
of wooden windowed
downtown shops.

Incessant winds
from the flatlands
scraped through cornfields,
toppled hollow trees
in the village besieged
by crumpled cemeteries.

Former residents
now armored in sod,
helmeted with tombstones,
dug in for a war
they are doomed
to win.


A week from tonight, December 13 at 6pm EST (2300GMT), I’ll be one of the featured readers at the Town of Carrboro’s Poetry on your Plate. It’s an online event so anyone on the Internet can attend. If you’ve ever wanted to hear me read poetry, this is your chance.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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