Sussex Lines
Stale air sits above river routes
without winds to move or shift
enough to aid sight of lay lines
in Sussex/ Spires look towards
burial mounds/ We stride blind
along Stane Street without any
guide book toward Chichester
Cathedral – not mistook for old
Winchester’s up-turned ship of
God – paced out as if dod men
at work/ Plague stones mark a
previous crisis [met on ancient
markings worn flat by weather]
Lewes rots over Brack Mount –
where graves were piled – as a
hill to climb – our dead deform
to skeletal ladders – here there
is an electrified lay line running
down from London [DFL curse]