In Minster Lovell Hall

Did knocks and scrapes of knives and tools In blistered fingers of blundering fools Awaken something in the hidden room That until then, had slept entombed In Minster Lovell Hall? For when the dust had moved away Like curtains parting from night to day And rock was crushed deep into clay The room revealed its secret prey To the vultures of the Hall. As they stood with sweat on their skin The terrible sadness revealed within Set the steady hearts into a crashing spin And a silence descended, settling thin Among Minster Lovell Hall. There he appeared to the weary worked men Sat with his papers held down by his pen His bones draped in dust of a century there spent Waiting for the doors to pull back once again He waited and waited til brought back to dust To crumble before a world still unjust In Minster Lovell Hall.