They say Myrddin sang the stones from Wales
Or that Giants heaped them, transfigured into menhirs from the early sun.
The plain is minimally barren:
Unimportant clumps of treeline are further reduced
To sorrel patches
And the strict definition of weed: herbaceous, a grass,
Indiciduous tree or fungus
That grows on its own terms – irrespective of intent –
Whatever present calcifying
Into Sarsen, Trilithon or bluestone – old
As the right to hospitality – or
Stars, to whom these curiously arranged rocks are not
Even new, have not even happened yet.
The Slaughter Stone marks the procession
Where new-agers and expats lather the woad – wear
Cut pillows, unaware
They were the ones who first built them – that Salisbury
Means “Recurrence” or – more literally – “to recur”,
The Wolf Stars watching.