Transept Poem by Caroline Knox

Their sound is gone out, belts out a choir
visible and audible here in the transept
North East West South: acronym, N E W S
gone out andante into all lands
turf and twig. (An OED or google game
[tran—across; septum—enclosure],
as this item: "The pediment of the southern
transept [of Kiddington] is pinnacled,
not inelegantly, with a flourished cross.")
and their words I keep reminding myself
unto the ends of the world swept
aisles and isles going and coming either way
coming and going, monument and document.