Bluestone, sarsen, bundles of timber
Line the path, a caravan of solidarity,
Tracking the fields of pasture,
Hauling sledges brought from Wales,
Distant altars atop the Preseli Hills
Inching across the land, one stone at a time.
Migration consumed, how the flowers grow,
Children who witness the grand procession
O'er the Cambrian divide,
A parade of heroes stretches the ritual,
Bound for their new sanctum, the Durrington Walls.
Lintels raised to complete the triloleths,
The light breaches midsummer's azimuth,
Calendrical mystics embalmed in cyclorama
To pray on the Anglican craton
That drifts through centuries of upheaval ,
Displacement, cataplexy of culture,
Absorbed into the crosswinds of Stonehenge,
An epicenter of ancestral dust.
Here the tribes converged, a network of megaliths,
Expansive as the circumference of Avesbury,
Centrifugal motions the Druids inherited
From an influx of masonry that shook the earth,
Leaving crypts of passage for the Neolithic dispossessed,
Raised to the future for all to witness.
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