The Neighbor by Marge Piercy

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Man stomping over my bed in boots
carrying a large bronze church bell
which you occasionally drop:
gross man with iron heels
who drags coffins to and fro at four in the morning,
who hammers on scaffolding all night long,
who entertains sumo wrestlers and fat acrobats–
I pass you on the steps, we smile and nod.
Rage swells in me like gas.
Now rage too keeps me awake.

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