The Rape of Maid Marian (poetry)
The Rape of Maid Marian
When nothing is left
and all the good men are thieves:
some stealing what they can in the night,
some stealing away on crusades –
I found myself impaled
like the townsfolk, and not
without a lover’s kiss
the Sheriff of Nottingham
drew his small sword
and found another sheath.
When the diadem falls
so crumble walls, gold, church-beams,
turrets, statuary,
kingdoms, justice…