bell tower part two

i wake up at the bottom of a hill every morning. each day i climb up with snakes on my ankles gnawing at what’s left of flesh and bone. i reach the base of a bell tower at noon and the top at dusk. i climb into the chamber housing the bell. i place my hands in-between the sound bow on both sides of the clapper, trying to hold it still. but still it rings. and it doesn’t just ring, it roars.