In pasture stands the ancient ruin, Stonehenge;
but here no spirit, seeking to avenge
its half-life on the living, will take stride---
not in this Christian England, that Christ has sanctified.
Through these prodigious structures of massive stones,
the sound that some mistake as haunting moans
is only the wind upon rocks as it slides and slips:
time now for a sip of tea, and, later, some fish and chips.
Starward