1

where you lie

                northman

your grey gable

rugg’d with lichen

roof raised above

                no walls,

soul’s shelter

from the sky’s bluster,

and there underneath it

                rests

that restless body

rootless among roots

2

Through the mouth and nostrils

sprouts greenery

or rime glitters

in the great beard

Desire

like ivy on a gravestone

binds him to this one place

like grass threading

the bluebells and the cowslips

braids him into it –