Love now remaindered
The eventide of beginnings was left hanging
In the window; and the children sauntering
To school saw the evening thus dangling
And they laughed and scribbled on the pitch wall
That they were wrapped in death unseasonably
And would never return to the school-yard to play.
That evening can still be seen from the window;
A dancing shadow, a mirage
A warrior's helmet
Saprophyte and covered in rust.
Whoever comes to see it, whoever lives here
Has renown far through the land.
But for a long time now every morning
No-one has gone off to school
And love has become the town's alien.
We stand and look and dream in a valley
Hidden deep in the eventide of beginnings.