Buried Treasure

Another field in the corner
Of a featureless land
Between any other and another
Not so much marginal as liminal

Where time has come to a standstill
A single crow takes off
Disappearing in to the grey sky
It's the year 749 or it's ten years ago

Boundaries and edge lands
Footpaths going nowhere
Where the canal stops
And Tesco's car park begins

Between Angles and Britons
Between different groups of Angles
Between Northern and Southern Mеrcia
The aboriginal's long gone

Close to thе intersection
Of the old Roman roads
Watling Street running east to west
Ryknild Street running north to south

That's where the treasure was buried
That's where the treasure was buried
Now it's gone, now it's gone
That's where the treasure was buried
That's where the treasure was buried
Now it's gone, now it's gone