“Indifferent Isles”

these shores have met many ships,
bearing men and women of all walks:
the soldier weighted with metal-memory,
the farmer fleeing continental conflict,
the cross-men clasping golden idols,
the reaver in his longship laden,
the roman with her pointed spear:
Gods have died on these shores,
alongside the celt and the saxon,
the angle, and the norman; all swept
by wind through the broken trees
back to the coasts that once welcomed



The calloused axe head fell
a rather long time ago
split from heart and handle
by any number of possibles.

Strong wood shield, perhaps?
or striking metal breasts
or slipping between bone.

It was discarded, but
it has outlasted its