End of the name,
the consonantal voiceless velar stop
hard as an axe in wet oak,
or a clout on chert, flint, bronze
as it cut a cup, etched its enveloping ring
into gritstone edge, standing stone, grim henge,
outcrops of boulder, or earth-sunk rock,
deep in the bosks of alder, brakes of hazel,
groves of shade and leaf-light,
all hacked and hewn,
charred or shaped to use,

Arthur, I would love to see and touch these relics.  Maybe someday, pictures
can not give the experience.

I'm not sure you need short S in the middle, but that is middling.

life loosed by the opening of cunts
cut into the laps of earth’s heart;

A harsh word, did you mean to be so harsh as cunt?

To me the heart begins at I came upon one rock and I would be please if
their on was the poem.

Thanks.

Gary