I have found Brocéliande [due north
from here – tucked behind that quiet
estate of box houses – third of a mill’
each] – come with me to his tomb – it
is sits equidistant between Margaret
& Holy Cross – as if your C of E knew!
As if – A magician under cold stones –
surrounded by unfaithful lovers – you
fucked some of them [they claim] – In
Uckfield old men chuckle about you –
& I will struggle with a lumpen mage
knight – with his coarse insinuations –
with his alterations – with higher lies
& entitlement – we will go there soon