The ocean moves
stirring the water.
But none see the sunshine
behind the full moon in bloom
that steals the starry night.

by the sea,
where
the
wind blows free
we
laid still before
the
eyes of the lord
and
that
enchanted moment
we
tasted victory
as the golden sun
elevated to
the
highest point
with
its
Cromwell's eyes
that
burst into
medieval tears

my radio played

the memorial



he said that they

shut them inside

and burned  them

to the ground





the villagers