Eyes of the world on Leicester as Greyfriars skeleton find revealed
Leicester Mercury, 13 September 2012
Dig, historian, dig, you’ll never light
upon so sweet a poison as this truth
revealed from under Shakespeare’s tumulus
of oft repeated barbs: millstones unwept
neither villany nor passion prove. Yet mark
how bone from clay the archaeologist parts
and wakes the happ’ly dead Plantagenet king
Richard from God knows what tormenting dream.
Have centuries as sentries gravely served
to flee with affright this trowel wielding foe?
To be with Anne I lowered sword and shield,
sweet Anne, above whom common daisies grew.
The idle pleasures lost to Bosworth field
renew, we are thrown back on living woe.
(c) 2012 Ye Slush Poet
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