(the bells of St.John the Baptist, Devizes, go Pete Tong)

Sunday, summer, church bells chiming

Ringing patterns, sounding light

Ancient forms of echo, rhyming

Complex rhythms, bounded, tight

Resounding voices throng the breeze

As tower captains keep in time

Wise bells with personalities

In sacred music, old, sublime

Last month the bells went out of sync

And changed the soundtrack of the town

No one heard but me, I think, but

‘Twas the Stranglers, “Golden Brown”

(dum, dum, di dumdumdum…)

by Gail