For a grail, a false cup and saucer;
Avalon’s fragmented sonnet,
Raised up with the ghastly mitre,
Gripped beneath a heavy bonnet.
On this ‘Holiest Earth,’ came the gloom,
Shattered illusions of love, sweet Divine.
Destruction incised by the moon,
Sparse as the dove, sacrament wine.
Cromwell compelled by the paradox,
Diversity unequal, bitter sweet;
To empty Lazarus jewel box,
Unity dismembered; Abbot obselete.