stone-barrow                                 to                                 salt marshes

magpie     calls      strong

 

in death

in life

 

in black

in white

her caw-croaked blood-soaked song

 

fly between

oh fly between

the salt             and            standing stones

 

amniotic salt marsh

rise   :

step from   birthing waters

into smoke-streaked sky

 

firm feet on oak and willow

carry  bones of hope

and

flesh of fire

 

lay your weapons down

to rest

here

where the gods will

keep them strong

 

journey onwards, ever upwards

to your stone-barrow tomb