The buoy sings
In broken meter
While gull cries
As steel
Rings out its soul’s lament

Rolling on the seas becalmed
Which lap gently at the marker
Slings languid clapper
Side-to-side
Until it dings
Seeking gull’s reply
For bereaved augment

Not one to be remiss
The gull
Its song amiss
Takes wing with foulest aural screech
Through which the many souls buried
Here
By storm
Beseech

For they that never heard the bell
But discovered rocky shoal
With sundered timbers of their hull
Forsook their invitation to God’s holy hell

No, not that descent

Instead remain beneath the sea
Without repent
To pull the chain of their lament
This Melfort Bell
Forever

Out of meter