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Nov 2010
I’d anticipated more.
More mystery, more magic,
Or, some secret sign to have endured
The silent witness of these standing stones.
Hoping, that some remnant of intention
Had remained;
Revealing early windows
Which Earth’s lost light could pierce
To clear my opaque eyes.

Instead, I saw quite clearly
The tool marks of dead men,
Their crude labour overscored
With careless carving from a modern hand.

“Sue ***** ***** for 50p”

Phone 9573

Come in the mouth of ecstasy”

And there was me;
My squat thought wanting liberation.

© James Rainsford 2010
Written by
James Rainsford
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