The Sarsen Woman

She was like a boulder, so-much-admired they pilgrimed

to the extra-parochial parish and through the dark meadow

to chip her to pieces by torchlight - finger here, hand there, a nipple –

and saved the relics on desktops, book shelves and in cardboard boxes.

When she woke the pillagers years later, battering at doors to reclaim her parts,

they did not recognise her.