Elements of Dysfunction - Don't Answer the Bell

A boy found a bell in the mud by the creek.
No church in that hollow, had a wrong one for years,
Still he called his name clean through the rain in his ears.
He carried it home in a flour sack white,
It rang from the corner at quarter past 9.
His mother said, "Son, put that iron away." He laughed,
And the house lost a window that day.
Don't answer the bell in the mountain,
Don't follow the voice through the fern.
Some doors have no hinges or handles,
Some just remember who you were.
By morning the boy had a mark on his chest,