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