calluses out of dereflection

groundwater accessible as fields tilled
friendships formed over beaded sweat
when foreign banner arrived in sunset
invadees murmurs fate as overtly damned  
 
God has chosen Sussex to smite the west
after Cerdic has fallen to unholy magic
the messenger shrinks back in horror
not from the abominable Lancelot
but the rekindled light of Excalibur
 
all arms raised outreached to God 
let Camelot and Sussex together end demonic facades
purge heathens like diseased bovine
re-establish refugees far from battlefields 
ragged folk cheer for Mordred again before departing 
 
ruined Camelot will serve the greater good 
thirsty for one more kiss from the wicked sort
walls of labyrinth refashioned into aegis
Mordred’s banners shaped into gargantuan pikes 
torturer’s garden replanted as phalanx of trench