Camelot

 
Live by the sword, die by the sword.
The Mayflower pilgrims knew about
that as they fled the corruption of the
Old World, bound for the New. So, it
was a shock sometime later, to find
Irish Catholic neighbours. In Hyannis
Port they plotted, only to be felled by
a blast inside a Liberator, a hot day in
Dallas, a humdrum hotel kitchen in LA.  
The pilgrims progressed in a different
way, becoming the roots but not the
blossom, the sturdy foundations of a
palace – immune from scythe or sabre,
built to last, and safe in the knowledge,   
that things rarely end well for saints,
or celebrities.