Bubonic Tolls

The bell rang once
And great tears fell
From eyes which wanted dry

The bell rang twice
And more tears fell
As all hearts waved goodbye

At three we wept
For a short time

At four we wept...
Or not

At five, half could not find a tear
At six we drank our shots

At seven, eight
Nine and ten
We simply bent our heads

Four all of these four deathtolls
Proceeded us to bed

In not an hour
They all rang
And we could not deny

That in this time
Our only time
It was only live, or die.