Day trip to Avebury and Silbury Hill

I sat behind a black and white
a field of stones in dimming light
from grounded pegs and ovine mounds
on bounding legs from engine sounds
I staggered round the river bend

along the evening avenue
of man and wife arranged in twos
I spared the horse of coursing time
this harnessed force divorced my mind
to stagger round the river bend

bone and flint and hand and chalk
I built a hill encircling walked
and sheared the top to fill the hole
the fear to stop to spill the soul
to stagger round the river bend
we gather here and onward send:

cut the carnal string
life will vernal spring
wood to rock and blood to crop
the streams a living thing