The poem which follows will, I’m certain, need a good deal of explanation.
The setting for it comes from the recent news of the apparent negligent destruction of an archaeological site in France. The standing stones of Carnac are of very ancient date—far older than the tale I tell in the following poem, but more on that in a moment!
They consist of large…
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