Cold and holy oak
Hear the raven croak:
The policeman’s helmet
Has bewitched our feet.
The helmet on the stalk
Is the way that we walk
And we sit, having dived,
Fully dressed, on the seat.
Here together where we fell
By the merman’s well
In the light of the trees
Of the dead man’s street.
Undivided are we
Numbers one two and three
We were let down
By the knotted sheet.
Rhythm beyond control
Is the lot of each soul
And because we fell together
Here again we meet.
The wizard in the yard
Took the heart that was hard.
Not all Scotland can recall
What the eagles eat.
(Charles Madge)
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