When half the world was wild-wood,
Wolves howled in Wolvescote dale
And naked virgins prayed to Orion.
The village Shaman sat in awed silence,
Watching Swifts and Swallows hushed
Lost in deep chasms of thought
Lonely, intuitive and afraid.
He saw how times could merge
Like seas slipping into oceans
How distant worlds of ice and fire
Would tumble from the sky
And torches would melt in the moonlight.
He saw men scramble into holes
For lead like fossilized mother’s milk,
A last, unloved bear, stumble into oblivion
And wolves disappear into maps.
And he saw mankind plunge into darkness
Bird-song stilled over barren rivers
Dreams buried. Hope strangled at birth,
And the moon-muse turned to dust.