More of stonehenge and our grief

leave well alone

let the henge stay

where it stood

it looks good

let the cows come to bay

at the moon

and the  stars

a neolithic response

leaving terrible scars

and relics ensconced

In an eternal life

high up on the grass

a potential knife

in the ribs of the ancients

enlightened are we

to the dust and the noise

that now has to be

as our trucks start to trundle

we wait for the cry

And the  artifacts seen in the wink

of an eye

glittering pieces

lain there in mud

tossed into history

mixed with the blood

of warrior classes

lost ever more

in the sod of it all

right at the core

where the  first  man had fallen

the first soul lay dead

a wife crying bitterly losing her head

a victim

the first, there were bound to be others

sacred and purposefully

leaving their mothers

saddened and grieving

for now where they  lay

They should  never again be moved

yes no way

just let them be

at peace with the world

not churned up in tarmac

and bloody well hurled

into the new age

lost souls infact

and only contractors left to react.