Poetry

The Wolf Stars

21 June 2015

They say Myrddin sang the stones from Wales

Or that Giants heaped them, transfigured into menhirs from the early sun.

The plain is minimally barren:

Unimportant clumps of treeline are further reduced

To sorrel patches

And the strict definition of weed: herbaceous, a grass,

Indiciduous tree or fungus

That grows on its own terms – irrespective of intent –

Whatever present calcifying

Into Sarsen, Trilithon or bluestone – old

As the right to hospitality – or

Stars, to whom these curiously arranged rocks are not

Even new, have not even happened yet.

The Slaughter Stone marks the procession

Where new-agers and expats lather the woad – wear

Cut pillows, unaware

They were the ones who first built them – that Salisbury

Means “Recurrence” or – more literally – “to recur”,

The Wolf Stars watching.


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