From Hunter-Gatherers To McDonald’s in 10,000 Years
dig in the ground, upside down,
pickers not growing but pulling from the ground,
They’ve got their backsides in the air,
sifting for names that still carry resonance.
They look like a pub quiz-team nosing
Scraping through sharp-edged soil with
porcine snouts, gutting for treasure across
plots and sites.
The grass has been peeled back
and the sod has elapsed into a mound
of refuse and waste as the scientists
and professors hack and rake and scratch
over baked clay – striations of ages
wiped bare and clear; walked over
by size 10 para-boots to make sure
there is no delay
and the excavators can get underway.
The billboard winks at the passers-by,
and tells them (with a jolly friar),
what the diggers have managed to find,
how it will be dug and conserved and put on display,
and how (if they ring the 0800) they can buy,
a Luxury Development of 2 Bedroom Homes,
built on the site of an ancient priory,
carefully conserved until the end of next January.