Wilton Windmill

I am told by the old men of the village

That St Andrew was crucified on your dark sails

Whether this is true or not is not my concern

But today I have been accompanied

By The Lucia Jacinta and Francisco

Who will sprinkle Holy Water on your master bricks

And absolve you of your many sins

 

Crux Decussata

In an act of desperation

I burnt the cross

In a field of golden wheat

The flames soon consumed me

And my dusts were lost in the summer winds