Dissolution
A carrion crow
surveys the roofless void,
and fixes on a pointless arch,
an unmeant folly.
The abbey is marked 'ruin' on the map,
not to suggest the picturesque,
but that disorder is ordained.
Listen carefully.
For among the shards of sun-fired scenes,
unleaded lips remain
to sing a compline prayer,
and remind us of the coming night.
John Walter Taylor
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20 April 2024, rev. Nov. 2025
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