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(i remember
the old gods: sun, moon, stars, earth:
Pan and Gaia dancing in the deeps of time;
i remember)
in the church overhill, sundayworship:
in they file, hymnsingers all
lighting candles counting sins
(i remember: fire and dark...
they burned the groves; they
tried to break me)
the mass is over: singers gone,
the church sits locked and empty in the sun.
a traveller touches the stone; is stirred
and stays a while.
(the old gods only slumber in the earth:
bloody-handed churchmen could not kill them.
the old gods only slumber in your heart)
the dolmen rises on the moor;
the churchdoors gape and shut and gape and shut again.
(i'll be here when they are gone)
(April 30, 1982)Very little of my early free-verse poetry seemed worth saving in retrospect, nearly twenty years later. This was one.
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