The early British converts stared aghast
At Knowlton Henge in Dorset and decreed
The monument a blasphemy. Too vast
To level out, these pious folk agreed
To topple all its megaliths instead,
For fear that men might come to reappraise
The word that blessed Augustine had spread
And re-embrace their former pagan ways.
They raised a temple of their own design
Inside the earthen ring already there
To further neutralise the heathen shrine
With wholesome Christian liturgy and prayer;
It’s ruined now, but still the wall of sod
Outside their church endures. So much for God.