Unmarked Grave Poem by Andy Wood

It's not black and white
Like they say
No left and right
On the Royal Way

Seeing children taking the
Bull by the horns
Spiralling through the
Secret veils now torn

Your roses grow in
A hidden bed
Tangled with a white lady
Long dead

Meanwhile inner temple
Officials court angels
As our earth
Burns in hells

In the red mill
Bones are ground
To feed the cattle
In cities of sound

And whose are the lonely
Skull and bones in a cave
Years old
Always an unmarked grave?