Grandeur Plate @ Orion Headless

In memory of conflict that goes down river to be born, where Goethe remembered the earth-going farmer who plowed his side, cow earth in ecstasy at the brand calls to bright fields the breath of upturned selves. There, after climbing the Glastonbury Tor under full moon, meet the IRA in a restaurant, where a woman at a table, without saying so, warns. Looks and foreboding don’t say that, or what, but don’t! Danger and blessing walk, their hands knit. Next day, when sun shines on the ruins of Lady Chapel, go to the carving of Christ above the altar and put your hands. here