The Tenth of June
The moor remembers nothing
Dynasties end. The sea does not care.
The moor remembers nothing.
Men pledged and bled for a name, a line —
the line ran out into other names,
other countries, indifferent heirs.
The wheel turns on no one’s behalf.
History is not a court of appeal.
What remains is what always remains:
the long erosion, the administered days,
the briar in the…
