Spurned To Glory
Let us now praise famous mounds
Where all about one hears the sounds
Of Stone Age song;
These rolling bumps, these precious swells
Wherein the buried warrior dwells
Have lain here long
The probing drill, the roving scoop
Exploring the primordial soup
Are home and dry
The scattered earth, the fragile shards
The inventoried filing-cards
That taint the eye
Reduce them to a tourist trap
(Albeit one that's off the map)
(And hard to find)
So let us leave the gawping throng
Who, deaf to subterranean song,
Must lag behind
| Contributors: | Roland, TG, Chevalier, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 11th January 2007 by Surlaw. |