Waking on the half-rays of

A pilgrim-written dawn

Wondering at signs of fire

And words upon the wall



Crossing Southern latitudes

In burning heat of day

Wondering at land rovers

And mindless things like pay



Call rebellion onto all

The other things you hate

Watch the ripples

Flowing through a gate

Half-remembered from your youth



Watch the platitudes a-falling

Under silken bays

Dream of flawed reality

And hay

And all those summer lovelies



As the neighbours fertilise

The land you have forgot

Drinking of the golden ale

And dreaming what is not



Upon your head the silvered crown

Of fallen lifetimes near

Look ye here

To the end of the story.