Hereward, my spear.

Hereward, my spear.


Last night the ward quiet,
all twilit, and asleep.
And in the calm I dreamed,
this my dream.
I was in a chapel, old grey stone,
looking on a statue, old iron, any old iron.
It was black, an old warrior,
looking forward; blind and deaf,
this ancient old signal.
Beyond two grey warriors, old stone, old stone
spears hafted level, not in war.
Stately they stood, conic helms, noseguards.
In their mail who can tell
whether Normans or Saxons?

On the wall writ there a little rubric.
A quiet voice read me its Latin;
'Cast thy bread upon the waters,
and the waters they shall answer'...
And the dead black thing came alive.
It is Hereward, Hereward the Wake!
A goodly knight in olden mail to his knees,
robed in a long surcoat of scarlet cambric.
A great sword dandled at his hip.
Blonde hair in plaits, as a man was;
For helmless stood he, that the seer shall see.
And yes, Hereward hath one eye blue, the other green.
We smiled on each the other; what does it mean?


Then I saw young men in humiliation being gifted
by their corrupted elders; of lineage and honours;
some by silly kisses, others by rude clouts,
all jolly, all false, all stolen.
It explains itself.
These scions of vile invaders
have ritualized the old clamour and corruption,
stealing honours which can thus never be theirs.
They are all descents of the enemy;
yet we kneel and applaud like silly Romans,
all agog for bread and circuses.
In Herewards day these Normans, no christians;
raised the army of villains by the churches sick tradition,
the Pope evil as all the Popes have been.
They destroyed these christian English
by their crude lies; these lawful Saxons,
All in peace, every part of these realms
in harmony with the other; all christian
by the five fingered centuries or more.

And so Hereward hath pointed these the sores of England.
That those who rule are rubbish,
set wrong stones wrongly in a necklace all wrong.
And because no-one sees it,
the wrongs of the English must go on.
Each one a hireling; a traitor waiting for a patron,
singing for their supper; empty windbags,
lusting after money. The Royals-
what Royals? look at them and listen!
They do not know the English; nor we them.
And Democracy Universal
is to give every dog his vote
every hen an opinion
and every sheep a mess of ticks
and then invite the worlds trash in.
So England is swamped in mongrel hordes,
cash grabbers; just exactly like the Normans.
Yet they feel no love for England nor these English;
wherefore universal democracy destroys itself.
The answer is to give a voice only to them
that love their nation and its own tongues;
and in their lives be the fruits of such an love.

So we stand on a little hill,
this calm warrior sparkling beside me.
I knew the two realms stately waiting as before.
In silence I saw all the vistas of our country,
the cities hives of work, peaceful farms;
and every bit is England; from the white cliffs quiet
to the black granites of the north,
the crying of the gulls hanging in the wind;
'O Hereward, Awake! yes the Wake!
Give England back unto these the English!'
Hereward looks into his life past
how he fought when he knew he could not win,
the Bastard and his thousand stink carrion,
in the foggy wet Fens. For 16 years.

He stands in his whimsy. I look on him,
know lonely, betrayed, he used that sword
on himself and killed his heart,
lest the last king of England,
gave victory to the enemy, better to die
of his own will then beg to an churls mercy.
I wonder what he sees when he sees me?
And behind me the two most stately level spears again;
this time their salute; they will follow me.
And I said; 'Hail, the lord Hereward!
the Welsh sing not of thee
the Scots have forgotten thee
the princes of the Gael have no reason without your memory;
who died trying to keep them all free.
Thou art Hereward; they cry 'the Wake!'
for you have watched and waited like a good soldier.
In the dark clambs of the Fens you watched
for us, all these dead centuries.
Thou art Hereward, king;
This day you summon me -
'O be thou Hereward! Be the Wake! be the Wake!'

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