Song of the Green Knight
And there he sat alone again
Under an olive tree, the desert behind him
A high arch to his back, noble fashioned
Like a statue of purest silver…
There he sat the Green Knight.
And In this un-Lordly place
Where mules will load and unload
(And camels will do the same)
Moreover, to travel an endless road
For what, for plenty of fair gold and fine,
For God to save, the glorious whom we all must adore
As if divine—hostages to the glory of war?
No: 2887 (1-5-2011)