from Stolen Mummies Dear Reader
I write to you from Stonehenge
Salisbury Plane
Where five thousand years ago
pre-historics moved stones
heavier than a lions ego
to this circle to tell the months
or chart the universe
or slaughter the living
never dreaming of
gift-shop
or even England They don’ t let you touch the stones any more
modern humans chipping off souvenirs
like it’ s the Berlin Wall. I have the Berlin Wall
re-assembled in horseshoe circle
in my back yard
put together from bits
I’ ve chiseled off of historic sites
around the world Every night I dress in secret clothes
and run from one side to the other
cheering
I’ m free
I’ m free
I’ m five thousand years old
I’ m English field full of oblivious sheep
I’ m driving the A303 to London
I’ m a spinach pie
I’ m layers of clothing
I’ m black woman with yellow jacket
I’ m heavy rock
lying down
on holiday
married to history
I’ m free
Twenty minutes to the next bus
Swords in the forest
Umbrella larger than life
Second floor transportation
I am Ringo
I am Charles
I am writing you from Stonehenge
Kiss all the babies
write back
see you soon