Man stomping over my bed in boots
carrying a large bronze church bell
which you occasionally drop:
gross man with iron heels
who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning,
who hammers on scaffolding all night long,
who entertains sumo wrestlers and fat acrobats--
I pass you on the steps, we smile and nod.
Rage swells in me like gas.
Now rage too keeps me awake.
The Neighbor
Marge Piercy
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Poem topics: night, smile, long, morning, iron, church, large, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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