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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.
Copyright ©
Lisa Winship
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