Along the wall today, innocents
Are suckling in warm indolence,
Happy birds singing their
Joys-to-be-alive songs:
Too-long-lonely cuckoo and
This century’s call and no-answer
Blackbird piper. With the long-storm
Passed, sundown sentry-calm
Is sinking in. At last,
It seems, the one-time
War-stones can bask
In peace.
25/5/2013