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in a stone circle
at Machrie Moor on the Isle of Arran
heaving grief
tired as fear
a hard man
terrible
here’s respect!
we place it here
the crouch of bone
elk and auroch, boar and fox
these all whom he brought down
man of stone
strong armed
here’s his face on yours
here’s hate and tender too
by a sheep ridden ruin
by the dung rusted byre
a wall of were
the clover overgrows
by power of death alone
we work
and the big man is planted
to the underlife
all this stone we’d heave
we’d haul
and more
another mile we’d haul
to keep the fucker down
