The Lizard Dead

by

Gary Trevose

Should you visit this old place
With griglen cliffs and rugged grace;
Think of the men who lie below;
Hiding now...but you must know
They wait the final trumpet call.
Cornishmen risen, one and all.
When our Creator stirs the ocean,
And sets the final storm in motion.
The sea gives up its dead that day
On Lizard Point and in Mount's Bay;
The Manacles and off the Rilly,
And dead men walk along Goonhilly.
A sea-dog re-commands his lugger
Up Kennack Sands and into Kuggar;
And souls that wreckers took away
Shall walk inland and have their day.

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