Death is a classic clatter,
A primeval pattering
Or The ringing
Of Adam's house.

It patters
On every roof,
On every raod
And on every field.

At my door,
It rings,
At your window too,
As at your neighbor's.

The echo
OF our father's doorbell,
And the same
Is in space.

It reverberates
With the sun,
And when
Hollow is dark.