Monday, 27 April 2020

At Cerne Abbas

Cut from Dorset Chalk,
he straddles green space,
free as we're not free.
Beside him, all mortal men
shrivel into dust.
His life responds to lust
whilst we shrink in shame.
To live again we first must
learn to love our one true face,
take God by the hand and walk.
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