I have laid you out upon the cromlech
Here in the space between earth and sky
Your body ready to return
A circle drawn
Above, the raptor’s cry
Shrieks the tears I cannot shed
The menhir carry you shoulder high
Hauling the boat from this slate beach
Shingle slipping away
Upturned boat
Below, the hollow ocean throws up
I will let you go
While angels sing upon the hill
In the space between earth and sky
A circle drawn
Ready to return
A pebble thrown at high tide
