The ghosts who buy memories listen closely to
The echoes of the song sung by the faminie children
As the tones of the big bell settle in the dust
Of this small market town in County Meath
And, on the stained glass window, still
I see the sun-marked
Resonance of bell --
Circles of uninscribed sound
Through all the cerebral centuries
Chimes and chants for Christ the King
Chimes of crucifix, pyx and plate -
These bells have blessed the insouciant faithful -
Buttressed, battered, no-man mattered -
Through all the occupied centuries.
Turning dust to dust again
And swaying to the music of bells.