Mark Harper he’s the Tory
Covered in some glory
Stone Henge and the Tunnel
The contemptuous ness remains
Widening the A303
And constructing a tunnel
Bringing in the JCB’s the labouring hordes
Who might
Disrespect any antiquities
And leave behind the blight
Earthworks Neolithic workings
Obligation who knows what
Dispassionate objectives
Wrongheadedness we are on the spot
We look across and see the stones
Peering over Salisbury Plain
In and around and under
Bewilderment who knows what gain
A garish loud vulgarity
A sort of tactless indelicacy
In the earth who knows now what
Coin or armour or ancient pot
Circumstance and adversity
A visitation that all May see
It’s harmony be swept aside
To accelerate and thus divide
To facilitate the simplicity
Where spatial visual relations be
Great vandalism cometh toward
The counselling with due reward
The Tory finger’s in the jam
Such agitation maybe they cram
All sort of mechanised machinery
Maltreatment too it seems to me
The great sledgehammer to smash away
Ride roughshod over the old display
Ruination and collapse
Uneventful drainage taps
Reluctance to show avid care
And enthusiastic and aware