Founder’s Mound on the common green
where heads of state still sleep
rings of concrete and of trees
be careful where you step
Circles kept them safe at bay
from rolling over in their graves
gazes baleful, turned their way
should the two dare aim to misbehave
Stood stock-still as ceme’try stones
as the two boys hurried past
the Red Eyes rose to their full height
to the old rules they held fast