Christmas Carillon

All of its bells have been sealed in
From weather and wind, to be hammered
Mechanically at some given hour, clappers
Motorized to amplify a simple tune
Or four-square hymn. Now December itches
With ice to enlarge a niche, and another
Slot like an arrow-slit, that together
Narrow the indriven snow to paired twin
Wings, caressing the bells to harmonies
From a Somewhere far higher than the God-
In-the-Machine. Wings flock to wings
In the tower, their choir a gathering
To sing again the glad tidings, while
Free of wires and all the world’s
Hours: the astonished bells ring.