There’s a big brass bell
that hangs
on the side of a building
downtown, near the
galleries and Delicatessen

It shakes so hard that
I think it will fall off
and perhaps I will stand
just
beneath it, so the fall
will crush me so

But my trusts had no
issues,
they were issued freely
if carefully and well funded
and I know trust fund kids
and this ain’t how
it’s supposed to work

But here I am, just beneath
a big brass bell
hoping
that I will crush myself
beneath the weight
of my own red rage