Spiritual Homecoming : 34 lines of Blank Verse about the recovery of ancient indigenous bones from England.
Many, many years have passed,
more than a century,
and still he remains in this huge stone edifice.
A place that daily echoes with the sounds of feet and voices
but yet a cold and sombre place.
Its very stones have captured the chill climate of England
releasing it slowly to seep insidiously into his wasted bones.
There are other spirits dwelling uncomfortably here,
but none that he is able to recognize;
none of his kind;
of his ancient race.
Beside him lie his now useless throwing spears,
the marks of his ownership faintly visible,
their fire-hardened points gathering dust.