Rebecca Martin
From this yard, the bell
hangs far enough away
to allow the dead
a peaceful sleep.
St. Colmcille
decreed that no woman living
or dead could enter
through the heavy, oaken doors.
And so, the women sleep
far from any chance of
waking and walking across
the grass-covered, stony bank
which keeps them safely tucked inside.
The nineteen meters that
could be spared awaits
their tired feet, just in case
Resurrection ever comes to pass.