I’m the charnel boy
Bone inspector
Unpaid pagan spectral rector
Sheep grass boy with lupine whine
Woad stained skin and eyes incarnadine
And eyes and eyes incarnadine
Incarnad-eyes incarnadine
I tend
Tend the Tutankhamens of England
And visit every barrow sooner or later
I’m the ancient king curator
Move like a mist, like a will-o’-the-wisp
I’m the archetypal archeologist
Every night at a different charnel ground
I make my ritual habitual rounds
From rolling southern downs
To winding northern wall
To barn owl’s hoot, goat-sucker’s call
I search and scrape across the landscape
Move like a mist, like a will-o’-the-wisp
Move like a mist, like a will-o’-the-wisp
Move like a mist, like a will-o’-the-wisp
But water-meadows bog me down
I’ve got to be on the whistling
High ground
Where I smell out barrow bones
Like a lurcher smells out rodent’s hidden homes
Like a lurcher smells out hidden homes
Like a lurcher smells out hidden
Homes
I’m the charnel boy
Bone inspector
Unpaid pagan spectral rector
Sheep grass boy with lupine whine
Woad stained skin and eyes incarnadine
And eyes and eyes incarnadine
Incarnad-eyes incarnadine
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