B & Q And Bannockburn's Burial Pits Poem by Sheena Blackhall

It's said that Stirling's B&Q, Kerse Road
Is a possible site over burial pits
Holding dead heroes of Bannockburn

Above the turf roofing of that grave-room of history
The citizens of Stirling buy barbecues, gazebos, chainsaws

New brooms have swept away our heritage
Pulled the rug from memory, from reverence

We have built a wall between us and the past
We are hanging Braveheart films on plastic hooks

Let's paper over the cracks
Build over the green belts
Tip noxious substances into the burns

If the dead could resurrect like Lazarus,
Climb up a ladder from the grave
Wielding knives and hammers
How would they vote in the Scotland of today?

Today, when the spotlight'sswayed by the media
The only things to charge are batteries

Do they sleep easy beneath the underlay
The vinyl, the waste pipes, the traps
Of a changed and changing world?

Scots knights, and Bruce's nameless pikemen,
Though Death has stopped your mouths
Your braverykeeps ringing down the ages