Dues To The Dolmen Inspired by the words of Carol Batton For Niklas at Les Chaumieres de Kerimel and his ancient Stone neighbours. Thank you! Holy holy holy old friends Rise sphinx-like Ancient megalith Whispered strangers breath Coats the cold circumference Tricks of the light wind wind kite style The sunpipers shadows solo and riff their discords Flap tap the frogs in the grass gorge Uninvited eyes size And scan up the solitary canopy Minerals shimmer all To bear witness and to be witnessed Gather the modern-day druids Air-conditioned polyester pilgrims Folding fabrics fizzle in the wild woods Souls drawn and magnetized by old stones Abandoned churches within the great church A door within a doorway Our home is outside Housed where the globe appears to rest on a pine Cone Your voice like rain echoes like rain echoes like rain Howl through the barrows ohs ohs ohs Stone skeleton – spill your spells, secret intentions A pause on the tape with no reset or rewind Play button transmits two minds Back to summer smiles And dues to the dolmen...