How have you forgotten us
so soon? Trapped our stories
beneath your supermarket floors -
those vacant corridors of misery
and half price goods.
At night, beneath your hasty monuments
to greed and haste,
we tap our stories out,
incant the ancient mysteries
our voices carving symbols in the air.
Beneath the tarmac of your busy feet
we breath, our stories filling
stone cold caves with light
and warmth, our voices rising
as in flight
At night our bone deep stories stir
the silence of the hidden henge.
Gathering precious relics from the past
we hold the circle fast
to sing the future in.
(August 2008)
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