I ought to be a purley-man
going to ulecotes with sad steps
to meet my purley-girl.
She loves it when there is nothing
all over England but
sea pink & sea-strapped &
datable by brambles.
To movement through the terrain.
I fell in gradually with a good axe.
The men who followed me
with flint
in which they lie.
Look at me in that one too,
look here I am showing you the bronze age.