Didn't expect to be back so soon, but I visited a site on Saturday that was almost completely destroyed early in the 20th century and the one remaining stone has now been overgrown and abandoned. It stuck in my head since, you know, the sadness of it. Anyway, here goes:
Please won't you grind me from this ground?
I can't hear them. Are they gone?
A last dance made holy by the flames.
A last breath made sacred by the bonds.
Please, it's the dark that's choking me.
I can't see. Where are they gone?
Thanks for that g - excellent. Let me know if you've got a pic to go with it and I'll put it up on Meg Poems. Put one up there yesterday by Yeats, with one of Ken's stunning photos to accompany it (thanks for that Ken). Both here at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ if anyone's interested.