Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not myTime, the flood that does not flow. Between the double and the single bell Of a ship's hour, between a round of bells From the dark warship riding there below, I have lived many lives, and this one life Of Joe, long dead, who lives between five bells.

-Skirving, Adam
  Five Bells, title poem.The poem was written as an elegy for Joe Lynch, a friend who fell overboard from a Sydney ferry.