Driving over the flat land beside the Roman ditch
Towards Ely and its shut cathedral: in Cromwell's
House, we took the tour.
The house is haunted, so we're told, by a girl
Who appears in his study; the mannequins pose,
Stiff as edicts, on the plank floor.
We put on provided steel hats and rough leggings,
Tried on for size the waistcoats, laughed
In the long mirrors, had a very civil war.
