Displaced
souls of our ancestors
Once in a circle to the seasons
sure security to all who saw them

Buffer stones now on a busy street
where juggernauts thunder by
their secret story
still known
to a few

For the rest
just buffer stones
where our history lies dusty
at the feet of rubber wheels
and on the piled desks
of an immovable bureaucracy

Anon

See also http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/img_fullsize/69863.jpg and http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/2065/ingatestone.html