whose own the Island’s approaches are
that kept her?
Was the Foreland?
was the Elbow?
He might have been deeped in the Oaze!1
by the brumous numen drawn on
in precleara visibility
by the invisible wind laboured
it might have been Dogger or Well
to bank her a mound
without a sheet to wrap her
without a shroud to her broken back.
Past where they placed their ingas-namesb
where they speed the coulterc deep
in the open Engel fields
to this day.
How many polesd
of their broad Angle hidage
to the small scattered plots, to the lightly furrowed erwau,2
that once did quilt Boudicca’se róyal gwely?3