Belltowers and Chimera

Silent in the belfry of their making, Heavy copper resigned to the elements That may cause them to sound out, Out of order, out of tune with time. Carved dates and customs passing quickly,

Blind arches, rising tiers that do not see, Tiers of a rising, sloping wedding cake run to ruin, Marriage of church and state that would not last, Each layer succeeding thinly to the next.

I Il Campanile, before three layers rose Found to be winking at the sun, Its south-sinking perspective Declining towards Rome. Hands of Pisano Bonnano wrung in despair

From the perspective of the belltower, Rising above the heights of the baptistery, I am risen again. Stairs from the roof of the dome leading nowhere:

Black crust and lime Haunting the upper side Ancient building listing in more Ways than one, weather warning, Heritage on the slide Stairs derelict, worn down, There must come a reckoning,