Up above, the Bellman quiets.
Down below, a crowd begins to gather.
Hollow hums his solemn silence.

Angry faces, whited iris.
She dances, hooded, beneath the rafter.
Up above, the Bellman quiets.

They shout: "Violence! Violence!"
She twirls, she twirls, shaking in her laughter.
Hollow hums his solemn silence.

"Find him! Find him!" Riots! Riots!
"Hurry! Hurry! There is no time without thereafter."
Up above, the Bellman quiets.

"They've come! They've come!" Each one brings his ladder.
He leaps! No water?! What water will clean the splatter?
Down below, the Bellman quiets.
Hollow Hums his solemn silence.