In the twilight a church bell
tolls for the neighbor’s son.
Nearby a weathered shed,
a broken farmer unable
to speak of grief.
Woodsmoke, heat, glowing coals.
Hammer and tongs, and despair.
Plowshares must be repaired before spring,
a father’s anguish in each blow.
The hammer and steel ring.
Published in The Raven Review, April 13, 2020