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.